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agirl -> RE: the royal wedding (5/1/2011 11:49:00 AM)
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ORIGINAL: Lucylastic
dammit I succumbed to watching the ceremony to the kiss on the balcony.
damn its good to see my ex- fellow countrymen enjoying themselves and the couple look wonderfully happy
all the bad the good and the ugly staved off for a few hours of fantasy, majesty, pomp and the pagentry
Jerusalem made me cry my eyes out
Yeah, worth it for me
Grumpy Old Lady
now back to work
I listened and half-watched the scenes beforehand (admittedly I was interested in the weather and whether I had to worry about our banjos getting pissed on or not) and it's always fun to see the lengths people go to, to be involved in a super occasion.........even though I find it slightly bemusing when they've FLOWN in, or slept on the streets overnight! (Having said that, I might very well do the same for something I'm passionate about, so more power to their elbow)
I can't imagine flying across the world to take part in anything similar, like the many other people from all over the world did. I really haven't a care in the world about how much it cost, who paid for what, how rich they are, and whether and what kind of King Wills may or may not be. It's not important to me, nor is political slant on it.
I saw nothing of the wedding at all, but M and I did have a flip through a few sites on google and saw the highlights much later on after we'd finished playing at our street party. Much like most weddings, that was all we needed.
We didn't get to see Sarah's daughter's horrid hat, or all the amusing things that make a family wedding worth trawling through.
The best parts of any wedding in OUR family, are all the cringy bits. You want it all to go well, but I'm afraid those bits, are the ones that are never forgotten because they stop it being a dry old affair that you can't be fagged to look back on, or would be bored stupid watching, in time to come.
(I'd never be without Aunty Dolly's HIDEOUS hat with the single, huge flower bobbing away as she cradled every baby within arm's reach to her ample bosom.)
We had a fantastic street party, bunting, balloons, magicians, face painting, kids with cake-crumbs round their faces, men in tiara's with masks of the bride, along with makeshift wedding dresses stapled on and a bit'o' live music supplied by *yours truly* and anyone else that played accoustically.
You wouldn't have been able to tell who cared a jot about the wedding ITSELF...just as you wouldn't know what political persuasion anyone was either.
It wasn't the wedding of *rich people* (that's quite a non-event)...It wasn't the wedding of some celebrity (equally boring for most of us here). It was, whether you like it or not, the wedding of the future King. It doesn't matter much to me what shape the monarchy takes in the future but straddling sides of the *class divide* personally.....I wish them ALL peace and comfort in their interactions.
(Jerusalem always makes me tear-up, too)
agirl
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