Watching Will and Kate

     Were you one of the two billion people watching The Wedding?  Twenty million of those were Australians-even if they won't admit it. This is a Commonwealth country, Queen Elizabeth II's portrait  is on the money here and Great Britain is still the largest provider of immigrants to these shores.  So naturally there is going to be a high interest in the wedding of Prince William and Kate Middleton.  

      And a great deal of overkill.

      The major media outlets had people in London filing reports  at the beginning of the week.  The two days before the wedding the TV was awash with stories about the couple themselves or of wedding dresses in general,  royal weddings of the past, weddings of any kind, movies of princesses of all kinds and true love. You almost wanted it to be over already.  

      Almost.

Wedding cake + Saturday paper

      We didn't have to wake up at an ungodly hour to watch the festivities, just sneak out of work early.  In classic Super Bowl marathon coverage style,  most networks started programming at 2 p.m. for a wedding that started at 7 p.m. Perth time.  Most of the people I know were more interested in The Dress than anything else, although the hats and precariously tipped fascinators provided some visual fun.  I tuned into the BBC coverage at about 4 p.m. [Kev headed to the cinema for a horror film] armed with the light-up tiara trimmed in pink feathers that Kev got from his coworkers (long story, not sharing) and some mini angelfood cupcakes I made the night before for a different function but were not good enough for the public.  So I had to sacrifice myself while watching the pageantry we all expected.

     I liked Kate's dress,  her simply white flowers and greens bouquet was lovely also. I've decided that ladies who wear fascinators that need to be taped to the forehead should be shaken a bit and that the music of Charles Parry -the predominant composer of the wedding's music- is boring regardless of how hard those decked out choirboys tried.  And two kisses on the balcony was definitely  called for. 

     The  early edition of the Saturday newspaper was on the newsstands by the time Kev got out of his movie.  A twelve page souvenir bit was included, loaded with stories from the Thursday and photos and photos of people arriving at the abbey.  The cover shot, shown here, was the latest shot  possible  before the paper hit the printers.  It was at the very beginning of the actual ceremony. Notice my celebratory W*K piece of wedding cake. None too  pretty but it suited me fine. Cheers!

    And now, back to normal life.