Revolution, shmevolution! Yes, Great Britain, your breakaway colony still loves you.
The lovely couple who just about ever Brit hopes will be the next king and queen (sorry Charles, and whatever, Camilla…) got married on Friday, and the crowd (in the U.S.) went wild.
It was saturation coverage all morning for the wedding of Prince William and Kate Middleton (now Their Royal Highnesses the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge, Baron and Baroness Carrickfergus and Earl and Countess of Strathearn, to you.) I’ll admit, though my mother grew up a British subject and my husband still is one (as are my in-laws), we didn’t get up for the nuptials (the kids did get off the school though.) I did catch “the kiss,” however, and well, there’s really nothing else on cable TV so who could avoid watching it?
The dress was gorgeous, as is the couple, though you’ve got to feel a bit sorry for them, having to have their moment in front of a billion people, and even do their kiss on a balcony in public (not to mention William’s mother, Princess Diana not being there.) And how awkward did it have to be for Charles and Camilla to hear those vows recited — “forsaking all others” and “til death part us…” knowing Charles once said that to Diana, then scampered off to … oh, never mind. Here’s hoping for the best for Wils and Kate, along with a little bit of ordinariness here and there. Prince William is clearly his mother’s son, and he and his new bride look spectacular together.
Ok, here are the obligatory pics.
First, Kate’s arrival, in “the dress”:
The heir and the spare:
What were Princesses Beatrice and Eugenie thinking???
HRH The Queen:
And the happy couple once again:
If you missed it like I did, and you’re so inclined, you can watch the ceremony here.
And best online coverage definitely goes to The Guardian, which offered optional home pages for Royalists and Republicans. Brilliant!