Thoughts on The Royal Wedding...

I heard that PM's Tony Blair and Gordon Brown weren't invited to the wedding, and thought it would be fun to have their look-alikes camping out on the royal route, in front of a Union Jack tent, maybe sporting bowlers to match the tent.

It's normal sport that Royal Watchers speculate about what type of outfit and hat the Queen will wear, particularly about the colour. Notice nobody ever wonders aloud, about the hairstyle. This is because the shape never changes, the curls just get a little tighter over time. Somebody should suggest she lose the Spoolies.

Actually, the hairdo's aren't as scary as the hats.

Have you seen those crazy hats?! Since the whole production didn't start til 1:00 am my time, I was going to watch for a few minutes before going to sleep, and catch the highlights the next day. But I had the b-jeeeezes scared outta me by Mz Posh looking like a character from an Ann Rice novel, but with a devils food cake slapped on her forehead. By the time I saw Princesses Eugenie and Beatrice, all hope of sleep was finished. Now I don't know if I'll sleep tomorrow night.

My husband was even more flabbergasted than I by the hats. When I explained that the aristocrats call them 'fascinators', he replied, "But I thought that's what tits were for." ...ummm......