The sands of time are slipping through the hourglass as the day of the Royal Wedding approaches. I don't know about you, but I shall be glued to the television (metaphorically speaking, of course).
The sands of time are slipping through the hourglass as the day of the Royal Wedding approaches. I don’t know about you, but I shall be glued to the television (metaphorically speaking, of course).
Call me an old softie if you will, but my wife (Gina The Gorgeous) and I have been avidly watching all of the programs on television as they build up to the big day – Friday 29 April – when His Royal Highness Prince William and Kate Middleton get married at Westminster Abbey, London, England.
Quite apart from anything else, Gina and I visited Westminster Abbey a couple of years ago, so it will provide an added sense of “something or other” seeing places where we wandered around.
Actually, if I might make so bold, one of my ancestors from my mother’s side of the family – the poet Alfred Edward Housman, usually known as A. E. Housman, (1859 – 1936) – has his name on a plaque in the Poets’ Corner at Westminster Abbey.
One of the things A.E. was (and still is) famous for is A Shropshire Lad, which is a cycle of sixty-three poems. I have a copy at home. I’ll have to read it one day.
The thing is that you don’t get your name in Poets’ Corner unless you are jolly good – in fact I just looked A. E. Housman up on the Wikipedia and was amazed to read:
Housman was counted one of the foremost classicists of his age, and has been ranked as one of the greatest scholars of all time.
Good grief – so that explains where I get my astounding talent from; now all we have to do is track down the source of my incredibly good looks, amazing sense of fashion, and razor-sharp wit (grin). But that’s not what I wanted to talk about. This coming Friday I’m planning on taking the day off to watch the Royal Wedding with Gina – I think the coverage (starting with the warm-up to the big event) commences at 5:30am in the morning here in America, and I for one intend to savor every little part of it.
Why? I don’t really know. I just feel the weight of hundreds of years of history piling up, and I think it’s important to be a part of it in some small way (sad to relate, my official invitation must have gotten lost in the post).
All of which leads me to the fact that T-Mobile (the cellphone company) have created some rather clever adverts and concept pieces over the past couple of years, cumulating with a spoof on the forthcoming Royal Wedding as shown below (followed by some other “feel-good” ones):
Of course ladies around the world are desperate to see the wedding dress. Well, I just heard a snippet of gossip -- a completely unreliable source informs me that he has some advanced information about the dress -- he says that it will be white ... probably ... but that we mustn't hold him to this (so don't tell anyone :-)
I left London to come to California for 4 weeks to avoid the wedding build up - but there is no escape. Next year will be much more interesting with the Olympics - just about maxed (no pun intended) my credit card with ticket applications.