Oh well, what's a royal ball? After all, I suppose it would be frightfully dull, and-and-and boring, and-and completely...ANACHRONISTIC!!!
Her Royal Highness, Crown Princess Victoria Bernadotte yesterday married Kermit the Fr... sorry... her personal trainer Daniel Westling, henceforth His Royal Highness Prince Daniel Bernadotte! And the servile attitute of Swedish journalists reached an all-time high with the coverage of the wedding. Gone are the days when the servants were kept in closed quarters... or, well... not that former Swedish kings didn't spread their wild oats but at least they never formally mingled with peasantry or anything short of pure blue blood.
So with this final rule broken, what are the the reasons for keeping the royalties gurgling Pommery Grand Cru (the champagne chosen by His Majesty the King for last night's event) on my (and other taxpayers') expense?
And.. here's a funny twist... The monarchy is supposed to be great PR for Sweden, but the Swedish public broadcasting company made it impossible for AP and Reuters to get live footage from the event.
Tara and Kim did a boycott on us much of this event as possible.
Instead, we celebrated a nice summer evening by having fresh asparagus for starter together with sparkling wine, and a European plaice for main course, served with fresh potatoes and compôt of tomatoes and shallott onions. And to finish it off we ate homemade chocolate sauce on vanilla ice cream and a strawberry cup in white wine. God Save the Queen? We don't think so!
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