Sycophancy, Frocky Horrors, A Runaway Horse And A Cartwheeling Verger. That Was The Royal Wedding, That WasMay 1, 2011
So that’s it. They’ve gone and done it. Over and out. Well not quite, because we now have the newspaper special supplements, speculation about the honeymoon and very soon, I have no doubt, bets will be taken on when the Duchess of Cambridge (for this is what we should now call her) will have a bun in her oven.
What did I do on that auspicious day? Well, I watched the main ceremony – avoiding the fluff and coma-inducing commentary either side of that wedding sandwich, then went skating in the afternoon.
Later that evening, I had a trawl through t’internet to see how the wedding was reported. The Mail online didn’t let me down. They love bitching about how women look and they certainly didn’t change their tune here. It pains me to say it, as I can’t stand The Mail, but this time they were right. It’s cruel to hang someone out to dry, sartorially speaking, on such on important event as a wedding. The advisers/family/friends of Princesses Beatrice and Eugenie should’ve been sent to the tower.
Then there was the story of the runaway horse. Apparently it was spooked by the cheering crowds and threw its rider, then it galloped the full length of Whitehall before it was eventually caught. It’ll probably be glue by the end of this weekend.
Finally, there was the Verger who did a couple of cartwheels down the aisle of Westminster Abbey after all the guests had gone. It’s on YouTube. He was the best thing about the wedding. We have found another great British eccentric. Well done!