{"id":2205,"date":"2011-04-28T23:39:59","date_gmt":"2011-04-28T22:39:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poorlittlerichgays.com\/?p=2205"},"modified":"2011-04-29T00:05:23","modified_gmt":"2011-04-28T23:05:23","slug":"pre-wedding-nerves","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poorlittlerichgays.com\/?p=2205","title":{"rendered":"Pre-Wedding Nerves"},"content":{"rendered":"

Thursday 28th<\/sup> April 2011<\/p>\n

Once again my thoughts on the Farnese ceiling by Annable Carracci (I penetrate to the core of Poor Little Rich Gay life through the ceiling) are delayed, this time because of the greatness of events.<\/p>\n

The Royal Wedding is upon us! This evening on the way back from Harrods I passed by the great throbbing, thronging heart of our nation, the Palazzo Buckingham and the Great West Door of the Abbey itself. A procession of Foreign Crowned Heads swept up Constitution Hill under police escort. People are encamped by the roadside, there’s a great crowd pressing against the railings of the Palazzo on the right-hand side. At the Abbey too, a festive attendance, many strolling in high holiday in the middle of the closed off roads, the mood quite unburdened by the 15-hour overnight wait ahead, orderly, a murmur of expectation as if the blaze of Royalty might occur at any moment, not all little awe, a sound never heard elsewhere.<\/p>\n

Lord Arrowby, my part-time love interest, will be in the Abbey in the morning at the special invitation of Camellia Parker Bowles (as was). I wonder what he will be wearing. Last time I saw him he was astonishingly arrayed in a complex web of designer wear and jewellery.<\/p>\n

At the time of the<\/em> Royal Wedding, in 1981, I was in the care of pernicious mind-specialists: I was worried then <\/em>about my outfit for the wedding. They said, \u2018You think you\u2019re the bride.\u2019<\/p>\n

Nothing wrong with that. We were born to aim high.<\/p>\n

In the end I had a white shirt (or blouse more in those days) and trousers in royal purple sateen from that shop opposite where is now Osborne and Little. I can\u2019t remember what I wore for the very second-rate Fergie wedding but my menu was Vitello Tonnato. This time it\u2019s not been made easy by this sudden warm weather which isn\u2019t as warm as it seems (and of course rushing into summer clothes not allowed), the new need for separates, the Photo-Multi’s Birthday Function, the additional forthcoming Wedding at Bath Abbey in June,\u00a0 Easter, being away, not a minute for the shops.<\/p>\n

But you can rest assured \u2013 I was saved by the late opening of Harrods (did you know you can shop there every day<\/em> until eight?) even though H Nicks are being bitch about taking back those Balenciaga slacks that ripped. So no nice base mulch of money to fund non-sale purchases.<\/p>\n

If you want to know what\u2019s in my Wedding shopping bags, you\u2019ll have to come back. I expect you\u2019re also dying to hear whether my champagne cardy got through its wash.<\/p>\n

At 9.30 in the morning I leave for Robert Nevil and Sebastian Archer\u2019s where I will view the Wedding on their enormous council house TV. They are polishing up a silver salver and will be offering suitable morning drinks, such as Madeira, Sloe Gin (but not the Bullace horror gathered by Robert Nevil from Midland hedgerows) or Harvey\u2019s Bristol Cream, accompanied by dry biscuits. For the viewing, I\u2019m going to repeat my Easter Day separates outfit but the shirt will be\u00a0 my shimmering silky grey Paulo Pecora with the celebration ribboning over the buttons. I might continue that ensemble for the Photo Multi\u2019s birthday shed dinner in Bermondsey in the evening.<\/p>\n

Once you\u2019ve got new clothes, there\u2019s no need to wear them. They revive the existing wardrobe quite wonderfully.<\/p>\n

By the way, that Head of an Oxford College on Sunday evening ! You remember the Gay Mother and I were bidden by her neighbour at the last minute: high-minded musical display to be provided by the Oxford College\u2019s Head after dinner. Well, you wouldn\u2019t believe it! We Googled him afterwards \u2013 or rather I did. 85, strings and strings of trusteeships, high up in the law, all the Inns of Court, Harvard, not just Oxford. \u00a0In person he combined fearful distinction and grace with not being at all well-behaved. Said nobody would want to listen to classical music, surely people knew No\u00ebl Coward. Launched into \u2018Nina from Argentina\u2019 and \u2018A Bar on the Piccola Marina\u2019, accompanying self on piano. Really ought to have been preserved for posterity as a cult feature. Can never have been anything like it before. Voice quite 85 years old, but tremendously musical, had the architecture and the line; then the sensational ambiguity of such a figure singing such songs. His last number was \u2018You\u2019re Sensational\u2019, his version more honed and rare, more donnish yet more beautiful,\u00a0 than Sinatra\u2019s.<\/p>\n

What I\u2019m most looking forward to tomorrow is the procession of Foreign Crowned Heads.<\/p>\n

\"My

My Wedding Shopping Bags Seen Outside Buckingham Palace This Evening <\/p><\/div>\n

\"The

The Scene at Palazzo Buckingham This Evening <\/p><\/div>\n

\"Outside

Outside Westminster Abbey This Evening: In the Background the Queen Elizabeth 11 Conference Centre, Site of the old Westminster Hospital from where the Gay Mother Viewed the Coronation in 1937<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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