The Daily Mail today, took a break from what it does so well – latent misogyny loosely disguised as ‘research’ and suspicious looking foreigners (probably Benefit Thieves) receiving money for fussing about torture and illegal imprisonment – to announce minute-by-minute of the Engagement of William (he of the sadly receding hairline) and Katherine (nice looking girl but what does she do? Oooh quick Mr Dacre, didn’t you do a mean spirited piece about that mother of hers? Looks like the pushy type – a few years ago? Well they’re ENGAGED now so get rid of it.
So they’re engaged. And it looks like a ‘dream wedding’ for no-longer Waity Kaity. In the ever deepening nastiness of this recession (a friend remarked that he’s seriously thinking of telling his elder son to emigrate as there are going to be so few jobs around for young people starting out) us ordinary folk can doff our caps and cheer loudly as an attractive girl is sucked into that unpleasant archaic institution that like a bad tempered teenager, costs us a fortune to run and gives fuck all in return.
William and Katherine will be married next spring or summer – 2011, exactly 30 years since Lady/Princess Diana stood on the royal balcony and kissed that jug eared bloke, to roars of approval. I watched it on telly and tried to write an essay at the same time. I also watched astrologers twittering on about ‘how well suited they are’. But 1981 was also a time of deep recession, thanks partly to the deregulation of the Banks, the savings and loan crisis and nearly three million unemployed (that particular ‘record’ was achieved in January 1982) – thank you Mrs Thatcher and Mr Reagan. Notably Reagan is now viewed as some sort of cuddly bear who made Americans proud to be Americans, and Thatcher’s dismantling of Britain as some kind of gesture worthy of Elizabeth 1.
The Royal Wedding then in 1981 was a distraction – a brief one. And this will probably be a brief distraction too. I just wonder if our attitude towards it all has changed? Will we line Pall Mall doffing our caps? Or buy commemoration cups? Or this time will we just shrug?