More from Daft Old Duffer. Ed
I didn’t take a lot of notice of the Wedding. In fact all I saw of it was on the evening news. And even then, most of my attention was focused on my laptop while I waited to see if anything else had happened that day.
Yet on reflection there were several points about it that seemed to me pleasing.
Made in Britain
First of all, and being entirely mercenary about it, there is no doubt whatsoever that the money spent will over the ensuing years be repaid handsomely in tourism receipts and in Made in Britain exports of all kinds.
The event was, in a word, the most cost effective slice of publicity ever achieved by anyone, ever.
Rather as if someone had made a film purely for local consumption and costing a few thousand, only to find they’d made a world-wide blockbuster returning revenue in the millions.
Plus, the not inconsiderable fact that once again we can say to the world ‘Beat that if you can’.
Warm welcome for the commoner
Coming closer in though and it seems evident that the Queen and at least the less stuffy of the Posh are at last reconciled to the fact that wedding a commoner ain’t so dreadful a concept after all.
I always had the impression that Liz was never too happy about Diana using her loo. With Kate, on the other hand, she seems entirely relaxed.
The boys too, gave a good impression. Wearing uniforms they had earned the right to – and even the most bigoted amongst us cannot get round those pilot’s wings – and plainly enjoying the occasion. Not as someone expecting adulation but as blokes having a bit of a giggle.
And of course there’s Pippa’s bum. Take that you top totty.
Spruce it up a bit
Yet best of all, for me, was the matter of the trees in the Abbey. I like to imagine that Kate put her dainty foot down there, saying something along the lines of; “If you expect me to get married in that great grey pile of rock, I need some greenery, just to brighten the place up a bit.”
And when the Toff in charge of Flowery Splendour agreed, with reluctant hautier, that he supposed a few hanging baskets wouldn’t come amiss, Miss Kate retorted “Hanging baskets mine and my sister’s a**e. I want trees. A whole avenue of trees. Or else you can forget the whole deal”.
I fervently hope that was the case.
And I hope I’m right in thinking Phil the Greek is going to have to tread careful around that young woman.
Image: Jody Digger under CC BY 2.0
