A royal knees up

I know that all of the anti-royals are complaining about the public spectacle, the waste of tax payees money, the congestion in London and how terrible it is to be given another bank holiday in these terrible, gloomy times we are living in. And while these miserable sods quite possibly have a point, I'm having none of it. The house was decorated like the north Yorkshire BNP headquarters (minus the swastikas), the barbecue lit, Pimms poured, and our lovely friends and family all came round to celebrate a prince and princess telling the world that they want to love each other forever. What's not to love about a day like that?!