Nationalistic fervour hits fever pitch

Ok the Royal wedding is upon us. For us Republicans it is a time of avoiding street parties and hoping Jerusalem is not being played for the 77th time. Now I don't have anything personal against the Royal family, just that it seems they have a heck of a lot of advantages for the accident of birth that befell them.) I am also somewhat annoyed that I am not invited to a wedding that I am in part paying for (Ok my taxes probably supply half a caviare roll) I think the Queen can be incredibly happy that her Grandson is marrying a commoner and whilst this might have surprised her, I don't think she was half as surprised as when her son Edward got married (a civil ceremony looked a distinct possibility when he followed a career in the theatre) It is incredible how a Royal wedding can even create royalists out of fence sitting Republicans, although I wonder if it is the day off that accounts for their new love of the Monarchy. So in essence what does the Royal wedding mean for me? There is an exclusion zone over London so I cannot have freedom to travel, If I wanted a five second view of the tax payer funded carriage I would have to wait 48 hours to secure my spot. The initial guest list included the ruler of Bahrain and the Ambassador of Syria (both representing countries that have crushed pro democracy demonstrations with a zeal Hitler would have been proud of) so in fairness the royal wedding is not for me and my Friday will be spent watching the snooker and walking around Wymondham wondering why a wedding of 2 people none of the masses are related to is causing such excitement. I can't wait to vote for the first English President. See you all at my treason trial.

John 'power to the people' Bell