There is only one small crumb of comfort to be derived from the next six months of torture and that is that my foreign friends will suffer almost as much as me. I refer, of course, to that dread event - the Royal Wedding! Our media has already started with the non-stop yadda-yadda and in desperation I turned to Fox News 'over there' and, lo and behold, they were interviewing that slimy little shit who used to be Princess Di's handbag holder or whatever, so the 'cousins' are already suffering as well. Not that I don't wish the young couple well, I really do, and hopefully 'Wills' has learned from his Dad's idiocy and selfishness. "Waity Katie", as The Sun calls her, is obviously possessed of the sort of long-distance stamina you need to win the London marathon. Anyway, she has finally got her man and so good wishes to both of them. Only please, please, your Royal Highnesses, get on with it, I don't think I can stand too much of the non-stop coverage that is about to engulf us all!
Additional: If the wedding is in the spring you could almost bet the deeds of the house on the certainty that the 'bruvvers', in all their sublime stupidity will call a strike aimed at paralysing London. You can almost hear Bob Crow snuffling and grunting in orgasmic anticipation.
It's worse here than you can possibly imagine. Not only the wedding announcement - but the 2012 election campaigns began yesterday.
Posted by: JK | Tuesday, 16 November 2010 at 17:18
Dig in, JK, it could be a long couple of years!
Posted by: David Duff | Tuesday, 16 November 2010 at 18:46