A wedding is taking place tomorrow in London as the world knows. By ACCIDENT, I have been caught by the odd programme on the BBC as it whirs away in the background. How they can drag out people like Piers Morgan to provide an “insight” into these people is a mystery: what we get from the likes of him is sycophancy and nothing less. Oh! He (Bill) is so funny, he is so charming, he is so clever … She (Cate) is charming, she is so beautiful …
They show Cate growing up and when they show a photo and say she was the most beautiful girl in her year, her school, her village, the world, I find myself looking round to see if another, parallel universe, has opened up around me.
She was ordinary, she is not far from ordinary. There are already deeply chiselled lines down her cheeks. Yes, she is fine but let’s agree on that.
Tomorrow there will be a fantastic touristic spectacle that is good for Britain but can we leave the crap in the crappery?
DW
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