Royal Wedding: Cold Feet | by Johnny Lucas Canada News

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by Johnny Lucas

Never mind if Kate is having second thoughts right before her wedding – I am. I thought it was be a lark to swan over the pond to merry olde England and observe at close range the archaic pageant and probably the last hurrah of the monarchy. But now I’m not so sure.

I’m sitting at the airport and I’ve already checked my bag, so I guess I’m going but in the last few days the world seems to be starting to take this wedding thing seriously. I thought it was just a bit of costume drama without the commercial breaks. No, this is not the first time I’ve noticed that all the world does not share my sense of humour.

But don’t feel sorry for me – 99% of the reason I’m going is to hang out with a great friend of long standing and to join in what’s billed as an anti-monarchy celebration in Tredegar Square, the little piece of green on which Iain lives just north of the Tower of London. I’m bringing some duty free liquor, Iain is one of the funniest people I know, so there’s no way I will not have a good time in the 6 days I’m on the ground over there.

But what about Kate?

She was Waity Katie for so long that landing the big fish after playing the line so well and so long must feel like a victory of sorts. Did no one tell her to be careful what you wish for? It’s only in ancient fairy tales that the wedding at the big church marks the end of a happy story.

The reluctance of Popes to be elected to sit on St. Peter’s throne is legendary as was the reluctance of the stuttering Albert to become George VI who looked upon the abdication of his brother as an act of unforgiveable cowardice. Who knows if William is marching willingly towards a life which might as well be lived entirely in the historic glass coach. But Catherine Middleton must be having doubts as events build speed and she approaches the end of the high velocity water slide that ends at the thousand year old altar in the centre of London.

Sadly, we will never really know if the thoughts that I or you project on Catherine Middleton or William Wales are remotely related to what is going through their brains these days. The royal family does not have a tradition of publishing diaries so those of us outside the palace are doomed to know only what we see by pressing our noses against the glass.

I’ll be in London about dawn tomorrow, by evening I will be happily and casually hoisting a glass with Iain. If Kate really has cold feet, she’s welcome to come and talk it over with us.