The Sadness Of Sycophancy.
I sure hope that today's wedding will have a better future than that of Prince Glum. This charade shown here was a travesty known only to a few of the Shakespearean plotters. The same crowd, those still alive, will undoubtedly be still beavering away, (literally for Park yer Bike Bowels) to gain some advantage they perceive marks them out as special. However today's Bride may prove sterner stuff with a background to be admired for tenacity on that greasy pole. I wish them luck, I really do but the "ghost of Weddings past" just will not go away.
I loathe the media and in particular The BBC's slavering performances. "Now having determined who polished the car, carriages and egos of the favoured it's over to Sophie," . "Well Huw, very interesting they have such minions for all that honourable boot licking. I have with me a man who actually cleaned up the horse poo in 1981, was it difficult, Sam?". "Well it took a lifetime to master shovelling so hard but one pile is much like any other, my dear." Cue pop at the Tory PM coming but cut quickly.
No, for me today is about the Groom's inadequate, adulterous dad and the torture he and his lot, aided and abetted by sour cream Camilla, put the absent Groom's Mum through. Decades of brainwashing of the two young boys went well but could not prevent what hopefully will be a happy union. It'll be the first since Victoria's, probably. Enjoy whatever you do on an ostensibly, historic day. For me it's a bit like Sam's lifetimes work!