Friday Rant - An antidote to the royal wedding

So we have another Royal Wedding. Yaay! While I admire Harry and assume he’s made an excellent choice of bride, I now have to make space for the coverage suffocating every media channel and permeating my consciousness. Like loser politicians who backed a winner on Brexit, royal correspondents stumble out of the night. They emerge like zombies, blinking in the sunlight. Their time has come. It’s royal mating season and they spread out like a fungal skin infection, feeding off every crumb of trivia they can lay their hands on. You see the delight on pallid faces as they stick sycophantic mugs in cameras. Queen Mum’s death? A distant memory. Last Royal Wedding? Years ago. Current Queen’s funera
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