The wedding of the year. Bar none. A royal soap opera par excellence. The BBC camera panned to:
Prince Charles and Camilla, as Harry and Meghan were asked Do you forsake all others..?;
Harry’s face when the congregation were asked if there was any reason why the marriage should not take place (i.e. is your ‘real’ father present, potentially negating your royal status?);
Harry’s previous girlfriend, looking unhappy at how things might have been;
Philip’s face at the ‘jokey’ shenanigans of the American bishop;
Victoria Beckham arriving without a smile for anyone, appearing to disdain anyone she perceived to be of lower status than she;.
The bride’s mother sitting all alone, regal in her dignity, but with scarce a greeting from anyone.
And yet it was a wondrous spectacle. The choirs were wonderful, the mediaeval setting amazing, the couple handsome and very much in love, cheering crowds. Sunshine all around. Undoubtedly it’s what England does best. Could America do it or France? No! Wouldn’t have missed it for the world.
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