I watched the Royal Wedding and it made me smile.
So what, you may be thinking. So did two billion people across the planet, according to stats from the BBC this morning. People travelled across the world, queued since 4 am and campaigned to become Prime Minister just so they could watch.
What did you do? Well – absolutely nothing. I really couldn’t see the point. Like many other cynical folk, I wondered what all the fuss was about. With people starving across the world and typhoons killing people in the US, riots in the Middle East and war in Afghanistan, why would anyone focus on two people getting hitched just because one of them was born into a rather odd family setup.
This morning I switched on my computer as usual, ready to get on with work. Toolbars flashed the headlines, twitter streams filled with news about them. #RoyalWedding and #rw11 became trending topics across the world (don’t worry if that sentence didn’t make sense. It’s another one of those twitter things.) Some cracking comedy got underway – over here in particular and also on the twitter streams of some of my favourite bloggers.
I switched on the TV.
I got carried away.
Not with the details of the dress or with the shaky gilded carriage. The Battle of Britain flyover didn’t do it for me and nor did the official commentary, the bugles or the prayers.
The people did. It’s so easy to forget that public figures have real lives. That they get nervous, they fall in love and they look forward to their special days. The groom looking apprehensive, the best man making a joke. The daunting walk down the aisle and the smiles of relief as the happy couple each realise that the other has turned up after all.
No amount of real diamond tiaras can take anything away from that.
A traditional British wedding is so prescribed that, other than the guest list, the close-up of the ceremony was like many I’ve been to before. The hymns, the vows, the bridesmaid fussing with the dress.
It’s so easy for me to make fun of it all that I wonder if I can make it to the end of this blog post without reverting to form. But while I’m swept up in sentimental softness, I’ve two more things to say:
One: I was impressed to hear how Wills risks his own life to try to save others as a search and rescue pilot. He surely could have chosen an easier career.
Two: The world and its problems will still be there tomorrow. I was surprised at how refreshing it was to see people enjoying the simple things in life: happiness – and respect – for other people.
I am assured that cynical normality will soon be restored – both to the news and to my blog. Until then, congratulations Wills & Kate. I hope you’re very happy together – you have to put up with some very weird stuff.