My Memaw was the biggest devotee of anything royal – which is odd, given that she and her family were from Hoehnwald, Tennessee via Ecorse, MI – more like the West Midlands of England than Windsor Castle. I still remember her coming over to our house at buttcrack-of-dawn:30 to watch the wedding of Prince Charles and Diana Spencer on our wood console RCA Television. She brought scones that she said that she had made from scratch, but we all knew she had picked them up at a bakery near her house the afternoon before. Even back then, I seriously wondered what all of the fuss was about – even though at the time, it was one of the largest televised events in history. The carriage, the pomp and circumstance, the crowns and the crowds. It represented a level of romanticism that people from her generation needed to get through tough times like the Great Depression and World War II.
In London, unless you’re headless or have been kept hostage in a dark room for the past three months, you know that Prince William is marrying Kate Middleton on April 29. In a serendipitous landing of public holidays, Easter Weekend is this coming weekend. Meaning, Good Friday and Easter Monday are public holidays here, then technically there are three days back at work then the Friday for the Royal Wedding and the following Monday as a public holiday. By taking those three days off between the holidays, you end up getting 11 straight days off while only burning three days of vacation. People here are starting to call it “The Fortnight” of holidays here, as barely anyone will be working during those three days in between. I am definitely taking those three days off, as well as another three days post that time, giving me 14 straight days off.
There are a ton of activities planned for tourists here in London – between private street parties and the parade on the day of the wedding, people who are royally obsessed will have their opportunity to party as much as they want. However, most of the locals here are nonplussed at the interest in the wedding, and disinterested in the media blitz that goes along with it. Many of my friends are actually leaving town to avoid the bumrush of tourists who will be in town for the event. Also, everywhere you turn, you can find a souvenir shop that sells every possible commemorative item (including toilet paper). I find it ludicrous, but, there is a market for everything.
That includes me – I am going to Asia to visit friends for two weeks. I do think my dearly departed Memaw may have me struck by lightning, because she would believe that I am being sacreligious by not being in town for that event. However, my defense is that every day in London is an event. There are so many things happening here on a daily basis that a wedding between royals is just one of many things that I can choose to attend – or in this case not. For people who live here, that influx of tourists makes it pretty difficult to make your way around town – to the grocery store, to buy anything.
Rather than find myself killing a tourist in the Lancaster Gate tube station or at the Sainsbury’s by Marble Arch, I’m outta here. No need to read a headline of “41 year old gay man murders a 60 year old Hello Kitty wearing Japanese tourist in Waitrose – Death by bludgeoning with British Chicken”. It’s just better for all of us.
