Good lord no! But I *will *be glad that it is soon over.
I won’t actively avoid it, but I won’t turn on the TV just for that.
I think the excessive attention paid to Charles and Diana is partly responsible for some of the problems they encountered, and to the extent I can, I want to do what I can to avoid that. I am not a British subject, so it ain’t much.
Best wishes to the bride and groom nonetheless.
Regards,
Shodan (who has nightmares thinking of the thank-you notes)
I’m leaving for the Falkland Islands on the dreaded day. I should avoid all the fuss.
and the thank-you notes to the staff who help with the thank-you notes. . .
I think of myself as an Anglophile, yet I lost all interest in the contemporary monarchy years ago.
I’m on the West coast so it starts in the wee hours of the morning, but we’ll be recording it, and then we can watch any of the interesting bits at out leisure this weekend.
I might record it on the DVR (it starts at, what, 2AM Central Time?) and fast-forward through it to see if anything interesting catches my eye.
I keep mis-reading this title as “Will it be watching you?”
And it might, you know, it just might. . .
As an American, why would I give a royal crap? I sure didn’t care when Charles & Diana did the dirty, or Fergie and whoever the guy was. I don’t even buy the fascination with royalty, since it’s only the British weddings that get the press, not all the other monarchy madness in various countries.
It just occurs to me that “monarchy” sounds quite similar to “monkey”. Monkey madness…
Because it’s “gasp” FUN. With all the misery in the news right now, it’s nice to have break from it.
As a Londoner, I won’t be joining the crowds. Instead, I’m going to a house party - about 30 gays playing royal wedding bingo and Mrs and Mrs inbetween bitching about the outfits. Kicks off with a breakfast BBQ at 9am. Can’t wait!
London has gone nuts. There’s so many flags hanging in Central London it’s starting to look like a Nuremberg Rally.
Having just driven up the mall and through Trafalgar Square, it’s a madhouse here. Og knows how I’ll get to Gatwick tomorrow.
I put myself down as ‘part of the crowds in London’, though I’m not sure if I’ll really be in a street catching a glimpse of the carriage, or just in a pub miles away somewhere watching on their big screen.
I was not actually going to pay the slightest attention to it. But a friend mentioned recently that he enjoys the vicarious drug trips whenever he listens to me babble for hours about the glowing pandas from Nibiru eating peoples faces. And it’s been a helluva long time, and I have a pill tucked away, and the long weekend sounds like a good opportunity, and then he said ‘hey isn’t the wedding on Friday?’ and you could see the lightbulbs going off above our heads…
So, yeah.
Thankyou for that thought. What a wonderful primer.
Huh?
I think you’re saying that you plan to get high and watch the wedding? I’m not sure. Doesn’t sound like a bad idea, though.
I watched entirely too much C&D back in the day, and then got soured on the entire debacle that followed, so no, I won’t be watching this time around.
I do wish them the best and seriously hope that W&K fare better than the previous generation did!
I just pictured an absurd scene:
“…And he’s lateraled the Crown Jewels! She’s at the 40…at the 30…at the 20, at the 10…the Crowd is going Wild! Never in the history of Royal Weddings has there been such run…and you saw it here Live!”
“Wait, that may be premature. There seems to be a flag out down field…the referees are confering…”
“Tripping, Queen Mother. Re-do of vows… 5 yards from the Arch Bishop…”
Gah. I’ll be barricading myself in a pub without a TV and waiting until it’s all over. I’ve already checked that nowhere I plan to go in London tomorrow will be hit by road closures or crowds.
Have a nice wedding, folks, but I’ll be paying about as much attention as I would to any other strangers’ wedding. Thanks for the extra day’s holiday, though.
I will be at work. Since there’s likely going to be very little to do, and I’m a hopeless romantic to boot, I’ll be watching it live. I do enjoy all the pageantry.
And what’s with all the Aberdonians coming out of the woodwork? I’m working in Altens.
Less than a day to go. Kate, eat something or you’ll faint!
If it’s anything like a typical wedding Kate will be spending tonight on her hands and knees vomiting onto the bleached-stained lino of a Wetherspoon’s while her friends hold back her hair (and novelty L-plates). William will be downing Jägerbombs and feeling a moment’s soul-destroying emptiness as he stares into the eyes of a miserable pole-dancer in Brown’s on Hackney Road.
Then, tomorrow, the vicarious splendour will culminate in Prince Phil drunkenly touching up bridesmaids while Jeff Beck’s Hi Ho Silver Lining blares out of too-loud speakers and a couple of minor royals stage a tearful break-up over the tepid set meal.