For those who wanted the quintessential Royal Wedding experience, there were two choices: the parade route (which required camping out or showing up in the middle of the night) or seeing it on big screens at Hyde Park. I chose Hyde Park and wasn’t disappointed. It had everything good about crowds, and none of the bad, plus a ferris wheel. And the dress-up party in red, white and blue made it feel like Halloween crossed with Fourth of July.




It occurs to me in looking at these photos that it quite possible that many within the royal family have attained their age without ever once having to use a portable privy, or porta-potty if you prefer.
What a privileged existence!
True, cro, but their ancestors were very familiar with poop decks back in the day of the Empire.
Yes, cro, but we all have and in fact still do sit on a throne.
Quite true, dag and spiro.
I remember well the look on an American friend’s face when, late into the night in a pub in Cullyhanna, he asked where the “bathroom” was, and was told to head down the hall and go through the door at the end of the hall. He did so, and found himself in a field with six cows, a couple of friendly dogs, and five or six geezers having a slash.
I’m told the ladies was MUCH more luxurious!
But whether it was ladies or men, there was no Royal Flush.