As you all do know, this blog refuses to publish the name of Ms. 'Em-Em', the attractive young lady who is about to marry Prince Harry, because I am sick and tired of reading about her everywhere I look on the internet. As far as this blog is concerned, 'Em-Em', in her original name, is a non-person, she has ceased to exist, she is no more! I must hasten to add that this is no fault of the lady concerned who, apart from the fact that she never replies to my letters, I think is a splendid, young filly and very much more likely to keep 'Harry the Bounder' under control than any of those well-bred, Anglo-aristocratic, young fillies with whom he used to dally.
I must confess that I never had the slightest intention of following the nuptial ceremonies at Windsor until I began to read about her dear, old 'Pops' who was coming over to walk her up the aisle. I would have paid good money to hear him give the 'Father of the Bride' speech at the royal reception after the wedding. Now, I hear that following one or two minor, er, mishaps, dear, old 'Pa' ain't coming. I can't help but suspect the hidden hand of Barney Magroo, the well-known, 'Arkie' purveyor of 'Fine Wines and Spirits to the Gentry', and thinking of him reminds me that if necessary there is an ideal stand-in should dear, old Pops not make it - well, I hope he's actually standing! I refer, of course, to our good friend and regular contributor, JK, who could play the part beautifully.
Well, a man may dream, may he not?