OK folks, sit down, strap in, and brace yourself for a rollercoaster ride that started yesterday and will continue till, well, whenever really. But be sure it will be longer than the two minutes duration of your favourite thrill at Alton Towers. For here we are destined for the marathon not the sprint, the mountain not the molehill, the Real Madrid not the Cowdenbeath.
Yes Oor Wullie is getting hitched to common Kate next year in the wedding of the century. The media are oozing over what a wonderful match they make and we have our good news story upon which we will all be expected to dine and forget that the country is up to its eyeballs in debt. When the news broke the story dominated our TV viewing yesterday, special extended programmes bullied their way onto our screens, knocking the scheduled ones into the wet gutter.
Perhaps the most interesting of opinions in the press was the speculation of who might design the all important dress. That’s for the bride not the groom apparently. One fashion editor suggested, such is Kate’s fashion acumen, that she might get her dress done by Vivienne Westwood. Well if one wants to out Jordan that other Katie (Price) then yes, go ahead.
I am not going to spend a lot of time expending my energies on what is basically another couple marrying. However I could not let it pass as we will be hearing about it again and again and again. This won’t happen here although I can’t promise it won’t get another mention.
Already the comparisons are being made with that previous royal wedding. Indeed by the time they get hitched, thirty years will have passed. My only advice to the happy couple might be don’t go to Paris for your honeymoon.
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