Oh my goodness …. I was terrified that either HRH Prince William or his beautiful fiancée Kate Middleton would have a brain seizure when they announced their engagement to the public. The flash photography was horrendous. What a media frenzy. That wee girls life has now become public property and she will be hounded everywhere she goes by paparazzi. I thought Diana’s death whilst she was being pursued by them had been a lesson to the press. Only time will tell if they will back off and give Kate and William some space. I doubt it though because it looks like the wolves with cameras are already off and running … foaming at the mouth for that salacious shot or unguarded moment.
There was an item on Lorraine Kelly’s breakfast show where they were making suitable wedding canapés and carrying out an analysis on cake designs. Even Alan Titchmarsh is theorising about the wedding dress. Souvenir makers are going full pelt to cash in on the announcement, which I suppose is good for the economy. And that’s another thing. There is speculation about when, where and who will pay for the wedding in these dark days of recession.
I don’t think a private ceremony in Buckingham Palace with a honeymoon at Balmoral would be appropriate in the eyes of the world. Most people love a fairy tale romance and marriage with all the trimmings. Coleen Nolan was saying on Loose Women that she wants to see miles of train on the wedding dress. Everyone has an opinion. The royals are an institution and the world media is all over the announcement.
I just hope they are as happy as James Wee Man McCann and his gorgeous fiancée Denise Harmer. We had a party on Saturday 13th November to celebrate and it was great craic. While the lads were playing pool and strutting their stuff around the table, the girls had a good natter. I can’t remember the last time I laughed until I nearly peed my pants. Sorry for sharing that peeps.
As for us! The long suffering husband was an even longer suffering fiancé of 32 years before we tied the knot. Then he was trying to tie it round my neck and tighten it and I was trying to kick him in the shins … or a bit above them! We went to Ballymoney Town Hall for a civil ceremony. I would’ve got married in my pyjamas but Kelly nearly had a turn and dragged me off to M&S. In the end I had to wear a feather thing on my head. I told her it was low key because we’d been together for ever and had everything we could possibly want. There was no point having a big do. After such a long forenoon no-one actually expected us to ever get hitched, so it was better going for the shock effect of announcing the event after the fact.
Anyway … on the day itself Johnny, the crater, forgot his gear and had to go back home for it in a panic. A white stretch limo arrived at the door to transport us and I almost fainted. What is it about low key that that Kelly one does not understand? We got to the town hall in the nick of time and it was so nice. The registrar, Janet McCaughey, is such a lovely person and conducted the short and fitting ceremony with decorum, even though wreck- the-house Ruby was pulling the cassette out of the player. It was perfect.
I worry about this need to have a lavish affair costing an arm and a leg or a decent deposit on a house. William and Kate do not have to worry about the future. A home will be provided and security is assured in more ways than one. Young lovers these days are struggling, yet they are so very keen on having a twenty five grand day. A royal wedding is bound to up that anti.
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