In case you missed it here is my live commentary from yesterday. (Richie is Richie Sunak the Prime Minister…had to laugh at his mispronounciation)
Watching the coronation…best comedy show ever. On they come the royal pensioners dragging their carpets behind them, surrounded by charlatans in funny hats and dresses. Oh my. Hilarious, then Richie Someone reads from the Epistle to the “Collushuns”…tears down me trouser legs right now.
Oh gawd now we have another sermon by the English equivalent of Ned Flanders. Almost as boring as the previous act of six singers in ill fitting white, with a one word lyric…I don’t know how they chose the entertainment but BGT on a bad day knocks it out of the park.
And now the pensioner king is being fekking undressed by a handsome guards officer…well that’s a long standing (geddit) tradition of this particular royal dynasty. Now he is being oiled ready…oh yes another peccadillo shared by frequenter of certain Turkish baths on the Mall. Love the modesty screens…did they change his depends at the same time?
Well, what can follow a band singing a one word song? Obviously 7 blokes all in black singing horribly out of harmony in ancient greek…riveting. Charles looks fetching in his gold dress, I notice that Camilla doesn’t disrobe. Now Charles is given stuff by a man in a dress, and…hold on if this is the biggest drag show this century…ok …I 'm in! Charles got a very expensive scarf encrusted by what appears to be all the cub scout badges he earned. He’s just been given a particularly ugly blanket…the blanket of salvation…more like the itchy heavy blanket of the homeless. It looks like they just robbed it off a sleeping drunk outside Tesco.
They keep showing him trays of old secondhand tatt and taking it back…I don’t get it.
What? They’ve actually let him hold something…a couple of metal sticks that apparently are pretty much magic. Now they are going to give him a hat. Bloody silly thing won’t keep the sun out of his eyes.
Had to stop to laugh, poor old Charlie, they jammed that fekker on his head really hard. Maybe the guy fitting it didn’t like that Charlie had his blankie.
More whining from men in dresses and funny hats and one woman in severe black. I don’t think she is nice. Oh no, more ‘singing’
…can’t we have Lynkyn Park or something? Anyway they are walking the new king out of the wooden chair and helping him sit…a recliner would have been more like it. He looks thoroughly miserable…but then maybe his catheter is loose.
They all have prompt cards…
So not one of them could be arsed to learn their lines. Next time it will be mobile phones and Alexa reading the lines with Spotify providing the music and holographs for the stars of the show…
Fed the cat and back in time to see Camilla given a matching hat and only one magic stick and surprise…everyone sings an original number. It won’t make Eurovision I can tell ya.
Camilla looks very uncomfortable…didn’t she get to keep the stick? Her hat is at a pretty jaunty angle which is strangely comforting. Now all the men in dresses are helping the pensioner couple to walk while the handsome cavalry man holds Charlie’s dress up at the back. Camilla doesn’t get the help. Shots of the audience pretending to sing. If they were extras they would be off the set quick smart.
A lot more people singing? Maybe they have been reminded that the troops are there to ensure enthusiasm…pretty sure that has been a recurring thing in this royal family’s history. Senior man in gold dress reading his prompt card in earnest entreaty to his invisible friend. The organist must be getting tired by now. I am impressed by his stamina.
And that’s it, Madame can’t take the singing any more and I can’t take the bs. Goodnight all.