What kind of gotdamn Royal Goon am I when I have no bloody idea what Trooping the Colour is all about? Listen, I really only care about the personal stuff with The Royal Family, like Harry in Las Vegas, the meaty thighs of Baby Prince George (and how much he looks like my son Alex when he was a baby), EVERYTHING about Kate, my undying love for William and his Mum Diana…and that’s really IT for Royal worship. Oh, and The Queen’s corgis!
What I really wanna know is, what the BLOODY HELL* is so funny??
Two things first, where are the names COSMO and JEROME? I’ll give you a few seconds to ponder that…
Okay. I LOVE THE NAME. George Alexander Louis. My fingers were crossed for Alexander as the Prince’s first name, but I was also hoping for George. (In fact, my darling Cynthia and I predicted the name early last evening.) When hearing “George” with an English accent, it is completely different than hearing say, George Costanza in our harsh American accent. (Are we on the same page yet?)
Let’s all just take this in for a moment. I love tradition, I love the “fairy-tale” of this couple and I pray life goes smoothly for them.
I’m THISCLOSE to starting a new blog called PoorKate.com. Seriously. This painting had to be chosen by the Queen and her Horse-in-Law, Camilla. I can see these two biddies elbowing each other and snickering behind Poor Kate’s back. Or right in FRONT of her back. Wrinkles, bags and jowls. Oh my.
As IF Kate doesn’t feel crappy enough with her difficult and barfy pregnancy, she has to presented with an Official Portrait of her poor self looking like she’s never seen the light of day, but has aged 25 years since her wedding day, all while still wearing that blue dress.
I’m tempted to Photoshop this horrible thing on Poor Kate’s behalf. What do YOU guys think? Is it just me??