No Cinderella, She
Decidedly, royal princesses are not what they used to be.
Forget the Cinderella story. This one here has been around the block a couple of times, has already gone through a divorce and, being a TV star of some notoriety (the fact I can’t remember her Christian name even today is of no relevance), is most certainly not the retiring wallflower. She will eat the poor dum-dum alive; but then again it’s the bed he made.
This here seems to me not much a royal marriage as the prequel to a royal divorce. I might be wrong of course, but the ingredients are there. In fact, you might say that the impact between the still very rigid, formal environment of the Royals and the emancipated ways of the American TV star would be, in themselves, stuff for a TV show. But what, in the end, grates me the most of all this is the total decay of the very concept of marriage it exhibits, with Harry allowed to do what cost the crown to Edward VIII and not even one passing remark about what the Country used to be when it still had some fear of the Lord . Because you see: even in Protestant England, at that time marriage was more than a TV show.
Now we will have the populace enjoy this counterfeit of religion in Series One, and then enjoy again all the dirt when the divorce comes, in Series Two. Actually it is fair to say this: that if this had been a royal so-called same sex marriage, the novelty factor would have caused more interest instead of huge scandal.
Cyclists, motorcyclists and sports car fans out there: enjoy the free roads!
It should not be said this marriage was good for nothing.