Stuffed Possum

I am a bit of a Royalist, and also British, so I was slightly miffed at not receiving my invite to Prince William's shindig. Either it got lost by NZ post, or it got sent to Richie McCaw instead. Anyway, my family wanted to watch the wedding on TV but there was no way I could sit through all that, with it being so long and on so late - I had to get up early the next day to extract the 1080 from my batch of possum stew.

I did see some of it in passing but was told to go away for making inappropriately unsentimental comments. I wondered if, when they were at University, after a lot of beers on a Friday night they would cook up baked beans and fried potato peelings in vast quantities and then have fart-lighting competitions late into the night? (I know we did but somehow reckon they missed out on that experience.)

Don't you just hate getting awkward spots before a big occasion? I heard that Victoria Beckham came out with a huge boil on her head, but luckily her milliner managed to come up with a cheeky little hat which covered it up and she was able to pretend it was just set at a jaunty angle for fashion purposes. Clever, eh? In the rush to sort that out, poor David didn't get a chance to shave. 

On to more important folk, charming Kate Middleton looked very happy and has a beautiful smile. I do hope she can fend off the idiots and be able to have a happy life with her Prince. It's great that they have won the hearts of so many people and kicked the whining republicans into touch, at least for a while.

Long live the Queen!