It wasn’t my plan to watch the Royal Wedding. I really wasn’t interested. Royalty is as foreign as crumpets and tea to me. So, the whole notion of it doesn’t register. But my baby girl had other plans for me. Waking up before the crack of dawn, I stumbled, bleary eyed and half asleep into the living room. I flipped on the TV to create a little noise to distract her, and there they were. William and Kate, and a largely worthless commentary. A little like the red carpet chatter, except a royal version – more often than not telling us about what we already know or what we could care less to learn.
There was a certain sort of … Read more...