Thoughts for the day...

Maybe I'm missing the point, but I don't really understand all the "they're spending tax payer's money" outrage over the Royal Wedding.  It's not like we've been handed an empty Corgi basket and asked to stump up individually for the dress, is it?  Even if we were, I'd gladly empty my purse and sell all my worldly goods rather than marry into that family myself.  I'd imagine being royal is no picnic (or if it is, it's one with soggy sandwiches and clouds turning threateningly black just as you've laid out your blanket).  Even in the days when the monarchy wasn't questioned, I'd still rather have been a peasant.  Granted, the clothes weren't great and neither was the plague, but at least you had something resembling freedom, and a wedding free of nauseating comparison with your sainted dead mother-in-law's (and no-one'll put your face on a side plate either, which HAS to be a good thing...and while we're on the subject, do you know anybody who actually owns a piece of Royal Wedding china?)  So let the happy couple have my taxes to pay for their wedding if they want.  I'm not bitter.

On an entirely different note, I went to Pizza Express this evening with a friend.  Having recently read about the Pizza Express management's efforts to train all their staff in the "gentle art of seduction", i.e. flirting with the customers, I was a bit apprehensive.  I needn't have worried.  The man taking our order was rushed off his feet and took our orders with an Elvis-type sneer, before rushing off and then getting all the food wrong.  But maybe he was just playing hard to get.  I actually asked one of the waitresses if the story was true; she hadn't heard anything about it but did tell us that last week a manager and a waitress had been filmed having sex in a London branch of Pizza Express and it had made the front cover of 'The Sun'. So the management did get something along the lines of the "gentle art of seduction" after all...they must have been pleased with that.