Agreed but Old Lizzie Chips is my countries Head of State so William will be around for quite sometime and (hopefully) one day will be our King.
The Beb (this is a horrible thing to say about a teenager) will be REALLY REALLY OHHHHHHHH SO FORGOTTEN in a few months (pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!!!)
I would actually pay to kill off the teenage girls responsible for this shit!
I’m just happy the service is starting at 11am, thus giving everyone a perfectly legitimate excuse to start drinking from 10:30-ish.
I just wish we also had a holiday, I have no clue when it is time wise (probably the middle of the night) but all the colonies should have the day off too!
Just chiming in late to say the OP is very far from alone.
MUCH closer! 12th cousins, once removed (whatever the fuck THAT means). 
I’ve heard of Justin Beiber, but since I’ve never heard any of his music that I know of, my mind plays an earworm of Ted Nugent’s “Cat Scratch Fever” as “Just-in Beiber!”
For lady Gaga I use Bam Bam from the Flintstones.
I have to say, you’re not really living up to your username right now. 
Charles and Diana got married just after I graduated from college and I went down to Florida to visit my aunt and uncle before I started work. She was enthralled with the royal wedding and so we watched it together. My uncle had just given her an opal ring surrounded by sapphires which coincidentally resembled Diana’s ring, and she was just besotted with the whole thing. It was kind of funny at the time, but my aunt died a few months later and that was about the last memory I have of her, and my uncle gave me the ring.
So if I can watch this wedding, I will do it for my aunt, and I will wear our ring. She would just have loved it.
I like how your mind works.
I’d pay money to see that.
Once you get that far out on a family tree limb, I think all of the British Isles and most of Canada, Australia, and New Zealand would qualify as related.
I not only don’t care about Kate and William, I also don’t care to see “The King’s Speech” which, as I understand it, has about the same plot as “Seabiscuit.”
I am one of those folks who are intrigued by the whole royalty thing. Don’t know why. Certainly I wish “Wills” and Kate all the love and happiness I would wish any young couple and, bearing in mind that I think that just marrying into that cold, stiff, unhappy family is an act of bravery all by itself, they are going to need all the love and support they can get from one another. While I have said before that their on again, off again eight year long relationship does not exactly scream “True Love” to me, William seems like a good guy (I bet he’s a fascinating combination of sophisticated and sheltered) and Kate is not the frightened child that Diana was (sorry, Diana), so maybe they’ve got a chance at real, lasting happiness.
But when we get to the actual wedding (and I’m not going to watch) I start to get more impatient and disgusted thinking about monarchies in the modern world and what the heck is the point and they bring out the carriages that are a hundred years old and the jewels that are worn only on the most special occasions and the streets are lined with spectators and who the heck are these people really and what do the Britons who do not own hotels get out of it all and how am I supposed to feel about any of this and at some point I just argle blargle son of a barrgh totsit frenking stuple mopits feena mashonits PAH!
Ahem. Now you know my thoughts on the matter.
The extent of my interest has been watching a news item showing them together and thinking “Damn, boy grew out of that cute phase didn’t he?”, and when it said they’d have no servants I wondered if the UK has a similar show to “CLEAN HOUSE” that goes looking for “The Messiest House in the UK” once a year to do a makeover. Otherwise, I’ll wait until William and or Kate do something worth making an Oscar winning movie about and give a damn then.
I remember people getting disgusted at all the media over his parents’ marriage a generation ago when you didn’t have 24 hour news and Internet to add in. I just don’t get royal watchers. Of course I’ll admit to an irrational prejudice when it comes to people who inherited great wealth; one reason I don’t take more interest in Charlie Sheen’s celebrity meltdown is the boost he got in his career by his dad.
I am certainly not all atwitter, but hell, I’ll watch if I happen to be at home.
Just to see the hats - love seeing those British women and their hats…big floppy ones, tiny ones with huge feathers from endangered animals, all colors of hats - the millinery industry must be peeing in their pants for joy.
Plus, nothing more fun than to watch the queen with a face that looks like she ate a sour pickle during the festivities - is it illegal for her to cast a few smiles every once in awhile?
Oh, and the dress - come on, sequins hand-sewn by virgin Mongolians by light of a candle, 200,000 feet of sheer white, stretching across London like a piece of Christo artwork, providing shade to thousands, costing more than I earn in five years, never to be worn again.
And let’s not forget that final image - the grand kiss on the balcony, with the queen using every muscle left in her body to force a hint of a smile of approval, but making sure no tongue is involved in that disgusting display of animal lust.
The pomp, the circumstance - quite nice to have these photos to display when discussing the Royal Divorce.
OK - so, let’s start the divorce pool.
I say three kids, then Will has an affair with Camilla and all hell breaks loose…so, about 6-7 years, tops.
In the meantime, looking forward to Harry’s wedding with a Brazilian hooker in a chapel here in Las Vegas.
Love that Royal Family - far better than most reality TV here in the US.
Seems like yesterday Charles and Di were getting married. I didn’t give a fuck about that either.
Seabiscuit stuttered too?
I think the Queen has said that if she smiled all the time, she’d look foolish, so it’s better if she never does, to quash speculation of why she smiled at procession A but not at native dance B.
What a weird life, where you have to much such decisions about your own smile.
It would be so much easier if she simply had all her facial muscles removed. Honestly, I thought that had been done years ago. I’m astonished she has to waste time every day deciding to remain deadpan.
I’m sure they could leave enough jaw muscle behind so she could mutter the occasional “jolly good”.
The Queen smiles frequently and has a lovely smile. Piffle on all of you.
A pity that her not-smiling face looks so dour.