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You are so right!
Nine hours of coverage on BBC1 and nine hours of coverage on ITV1.
I suspect they can cover every minute detail in that time; I should never have to hear anything about it again.
Right?
sighs
Well, if you want a break, you can check out how the southern US got the shit pounded out of it yesterday.
ETA: I mean, I understand your frustration, but at least it’s not blocking out all other news. Be pretty wrong if it was, but TPTB have not completely taken leave of their senses.
Dear idiot motorists, the presence of a police car doesn’t require you to hastily slow to 15 mph under the speed limit, especially when you were already driving under the limit. You aren’t going to get a ticket for driving 34 in a 35.
Royal wedding at the crack of dawn, a shitload of people call in sick today. Coincidence?
Stupid bloody royal wedding bank holiday bullshit. My electric company has just taken £843.00 ($1,404.00) from my bank account for no earthly reason whatsoever, and I can’t talk to these pricks about it until tomorrow because some upper class twits who wouldn’t deign to sneeze on 95% of the UK population are getting married and, everyone’s got the day off to have a fucking street party! I’ve been pushed over my overdraft limit and now I’ve got to go and fucking borrow money off my mum to tide me over until I get this cock-up sorted out. I’m really not in the mood to spend the day watching the two most spoilt, overprivileged people in the country join forces on live television.
Stupid royal family. Fucking medieval nonsense…[sub]grumbles[/sub]…
Only if it also says THE PHRASE IS “REINED IN” NOT “REIGNED IN”. UNLESS YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT RUNNING A COUNTRY, OF COURSE. Drives me nucking futz, it does.
Perhaps a liveblog from the scene will cheer you up?
(No, seriously. Read it. It’s hilarious.)
Last day of Contract today. I liked employment. And the Cashing of the Paycheck. Tomorrow will bring a lock out, a strike, scabs, all of the above, none of the above, and/or worse. Fun.
Oh, that was a crappy start to the day. Hangin’ with Mr. Horseshoe, watching the morning news, getting ready to leave, all is well, yay, happiness. Then as I’m literally getting up to leave we get into one of those stupid little tiffs over nothing and I have to get the fuck going so I won’t be late, so we have approx. 2/5 of a second to make up, which is NOTHING, so now instead of leaving in a happy mood I have this unsettled feeling, and on top of it he’s working the late shift so I won’t see him till late tonight when I’m about ready to crash, and apology-by-text is crap.
Dammit, I just wanted five fucking minutes to make things right with the one person I love most of all. Smooth some ruffled feathers. Why doesn’t life have a pause button like my DVR?
Fuuuuuuuuuuck.
I knew March sucked as far as work went, but I expected a little more than that in my paycheck. Actually, I expected about twice as much as that. Now I get to call the payroll office and ask how many timesheets did they get from me, how many days did I work, and if there’s a discrepancy, could they please pay me before the month is out.
Monthly paychecks blow chunks.
Oh, Mom. You bought a new washing machine yesterday, but decided to save $50 and not have it delivered and installed. Now you’re hoping your grandsons will free up time to come install it?
I suggested she call Sears and say “oops, can we change that?” She called - it’s now minimum $125 for them to come out, unload it from her truck, and install it.
So, how about returning it, rebuying it with the deliver / install option? “Ohhh, I couldn’t do that!” Fine. Keep going to the laundromat with your washer in your truck, because we know getting the boys to do anything is like trying to herd cats, despite what all you do for them.
I’m an Alabamian with friends and relatives in the hit areas (all of whom are okay, though some had major property damage). I can’t help but think- I at very least hope- that if almost 300 people in NYC had been killed by natural disasters the lead story on every cable news network wouldn’t be some damned wedding the vast vast majority of Americans couldnt’ give a tinkers dam about in the first place with a scroll about Obama visiting Alabama and the tornado damage at the bottom but that it would be focused on the damage with perhaps a scroll at the bottom saying “World’s richest welfare family has wedding… in other news blippety bloppety blurp wins 'silliest phrase overheard at Joan Crawford Nursery School in L.A.” at the bottom.
Of course as a native born and dangerously inbred Alabamian I greatly resent that when members of my family marry distant cousins and live off the state they call us white trash, but when inbred English people marry distant cousins and live off the state they call them “Your Royal Highness”. I will say I greatly admire William’s personal bravery for allowing his 90 year old inbred grandfather to bring a swordto the wedding; in Alabama that’s definitely courting disaster. (“No Gramps, he was invited! He’s Berniece’s friend from New Jersey, he’s not an agitator… shit! Bring a meat saw, some hefty bags and keep an eye out for state troopers.”)
But come the fuck on- 300 Americans are dead and you’re talking about a $40 million who-gives-a-shit wedding in another country where the economy is even worse than ours and even there most people aren’t that obsessed with it? Made all the worse by not just the carnage down here but the fact that William’s not even cute anymore. Sometimes I think Bolshevism is more than just a pretty word.
Annnndddd another one:
Tiny terrors? The deal is if you want to go outside, you must be leashed. That’s just the way it goes. Do you see Lucy purring and going whacko with happiness when I bring out the leash? Clue in. Lucy and I were just outside for awhile, and you two followed us from window to window meowing your widdle kitteh hearts out.
I bring Lucy in, say who’s next, and you two freak out. OMG! WHAT’S THAT? MUST ATTACK IT! It’s a leash, you dunderheads. Lucy is now curled up alongside of me, happy as all get out, and you two are still sitting in the window, meowing pitifully. Bummer.
Are they really [del]overprivileged[/del] spoilt? They don’t impinge on my consciousness much.
It occurs to me that if the Crown would bring back the concept of lèse majesté, at least to a limited extent, people would have to restrain their urges to gawk, and the media would have to stop enabling such gawking.
As often seen in GD * IMHO:
Yes. Yes, we did. And now we’re doing it again. So fuck off. Fuck off, you fucking whingeing pissant junior modding cunt. Oh, and take your :rolleyes: and shove it up your cock.
Well, the Royals get about forty million quid a year from the taxpayer for basically travelling round the world being fawned over. Yeah, they’ve got to put up with the press and the scrutiny and everything, but that’s one hell of a good trade-off, and very little work for abundant rewards.
Somebody’s posted that before.
Well, I’ll give you “overprivileged,” but “spoilt” strikes me as applicable on a case-by-case basis, and I’m curious to know if it applies to these two.
Not that curious, though. I’d still be in favor of the media having disincentives to being overly familiar with the royals.
The Tower is still standing, is it not?
I’ll give you a “Hallelujah!” on that. Yeah, we did do it - and we’re still interested in it, and there’s been new developments and new members, and we’re doing it again.