I got up at dawn to watch Charles and Diana's wedding. I even watched Fergie and Andrew's wedding. So believe I was up at 5:00 am in my formal jammies, hat, and gloves ready for Wills and Kate.
LET'S DO THIS!
|From the Virginia Philippy vintage millinery collection.|
|What. The. HELL? Did Beatrice rip a piece of plasterwork off a palace wall??|
|Contents of the Queen's purse: lozenges, kleenex, keys to palace, 75 effing carat diamond|
I only noticed two questionable elitist comments, either one of which would have caused TortieGirl's head to explode had she been watching. There was the obligatory reference to a commoner marrying into royalty ... as though being the daughter of self-made millionaires is common. The second was when Kate and her father pulled up the Abbey. The observation was made that the son of an airline pilot must be so proud that his daughter was about to become a princess. Because following in the family footsteps of hard work and entrepreneurship would have been such a disappointment.
Ooh, look! PRETTY!!
|Waitie Katie my arse. SUCK IT, BITCHES!|
|I wonder if Wills and Kate will honeymoon in the Alps?|
William didn't turn around until Kate got to him, which tradition? Who knows. Harry did though, and apparently said, "Wait until you see her."
How much do we love Harry?
|In the royal equivalent of the kids' table|
Not as much as I love 3-year-old bridesmaid Grace Van Cutsem
|Bloody hell it's two hours past my nap and I'm still waiting for the footman to bring me my juice box. Will you lot just SHUT UP!|