Royal Rigmarole
So yeah, I’m jumping on the wagon. Not the one going to London to watch the wedding but the one traveling quickly in the opposite direction. I, like a huge proportion of the population, am disgusted at the amount of media time and attention this mundane task has received. People get married all the time, the only difference here is that one of the people taking part has been ridiculously privileged and rewarded from birth, for no reason.
What I did like was the buzz. Enough people cared to make the atmosphere pleasant. I walked a bit around my town; I saw at least 4 official road closures for street parties. It always makes me smile when I see people making an effort so socialise with all the people on the street, things should be like they were.
My street did not have a party. I think this was a shame, we don’t really know our neighbours like we should. Do you know your neighbours? Could you have a BBQ and invite them all? It is the curse of living in a reserved country like England. Unless you have a really good reason, you don’t disturb anyone and sometime, not even then.
So to conclude, nobody gives a shit about two people that don’t matter and I want a street party.
Over and out.