When I heard the news that Prince William had proposed to Kate, I was pleased for them, of course, as I would be for any bride and groom to be. When I heard that everyone would be given a day off because of it, the thought of an extra lie-in caught my interest, sure. But that's where my excitement ended. I did not anticipate the crazed wedding fever that has gripped the entire nation. For the past few months I haven't been able to walk 10 metres without facing a Union Jack, celebratory bunting or a commemorative piece of crockery. Big companies have cashed in on what is essentially just two people getting married. Doesn't that happen every day? I mean, Kate dolls? Please. Who is buying this stuff?
But despite my cynicism, the wedding build-up has been firmly fixed on my TV since 8am. Elton John has just arrived. People are cheering. Lots of Americans have camped out next to Buckingham Palace. They're interviewing a magician that went to school with Kate. Is that really necessary? It's not even 10am and my friend has arrived armed with a bottle of Pimms, waving a Kate and Wills Union Jack. There is a sense of celebration in the air. I'm not fussed about what Kate is wearing or how many steps she takes down the aisle, but I did put Kate and Wills' faces on a cupcake.
