Like many other males, I was kind of boxed into watching the wedding of Kate Middleton and Prince William last night, and you know what? I didn’t mind it. Because as I watched it, I realised that even though the organizers probably didn’t plan it that way, it became a celebration of something great that has long been lost.
What we saw was the old and traditional UK. The pomp and circumstance, the European religious trappings, the beauty of old buildings, a glimpse of the old empire, the graceful and good natured society that once typified Britain.
The Spitfires and the Lancaster flew over, and reminded me that even though we now had better aeroplanes, we were a long way from the pinnacle of UK society that built and flew those planes and defeated a totalitarian dictator that sought to rule the world. It was an extremely pleasant and decent event, and best wishes to Kate and William.