What a… what a… what a wedding!!!
How the hell did that happen?
While I didn’t buy-in to the pre-wedding hype, we had casually discussed, the week before, jumping on a train and heading the hell up to London on 29th to see what all the fuss would be about.
It didn’t happen for a variety of reasons, but I concede there must have been a least a passing interest on my part.
Anyhow, quite what happened to me on Friday I still don’t fully understand, but I found myself strangely swept along by the whole thing, which I’d later describe as ‘enchanting’.
I don’t know that makes me borderline je ne sais quoi or just plain weird.
For me, the trip Wills & Kate took in Daddy Chas’ cheeky little sports car, complete with L plate and JU5T WED number plate, was just ‘superb’ and ‘the icing on the cake’. In fact, I said so at the time. If only Harry had stuffed a banana up the car’s exhaust, it would have been perfect.
I’m still struggling to come to terms with what happened to me on Friday, but I think I’m slowly getting over it.
Normal service shall resume shortly.