Not even on this blog. Especially not when I had to get off the tube at Green Park, part of which has been turned into a shark cage for the soft-bodied journalists that must dive into the carnivorous ocean that is the public at large.
Anyway, I wondered down there over lunch and, for some reason, when faced with the sea of tourists and journalists swarming around Buckingham Palace in the sunshine, I decided to take a picture of this thing instead.
Because Buckingham Palace is always there, and this thing's new.
I was going to take a photo of the flags along the Mall, but I realised I couldn't do it without winding up in someone else's picture. On which note, in all the coverage of people flocking to the area, if you see a young man in a suit stopping to check the time on his phone, and then walking on with a glance to the side that says, "Oh hey, a television camera." That's totally me.
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Is that today?
I do love "soft-bodied journalists."
I'm utterly and deeply shocked. Ah, Robespierre, Robespierre...
@Z: Nope, Friday.
@G: Rest assured, my fondness for spectacle is no match for my desire to see an elected head of state.
Better yet a dissolving state based on immediate democracy. Then again, we are living in some incredibly interesting times.
It's interesting how obsessed people are with this wedding. The coverage of the wedding here has outpaced the coverage of the tornadoes that killed hundreds of people.
I wonder if the coverage of the wedding is largely dutiful... though I suppose some people like it.
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