Mumsnet Talk

If you do, here's my problem. I've just moved into a terrace of 5 houses in a small close community. There will be an RW street party and ive been drafted into to blow balloons and organise some games. I didn't say no at the time, for fear of becoming a social pariah, and it's only now dawning on me how much i hate, I mean, really hate the royals? How do I stick to my promise to help without becoming really grumpy and suicidal. Way i feel now, every single balloon i have to blow will KILL me!!

I put myself down to work as I hate the whole bloody lot of them.
Trouble is it's backfired as I'm the boss and lots of the staff working tomorrow want to 'get in to the spirit of things'
I had to go to Sainburys after work to buy fucking cakes & nibbles!
I'm going to have to remind myself all day to be 'nice'!

I'd focus on the 'community' aspect. Rather than the anachronistic hype-fest with Bountiful Bank Hol thrown in to take our minds off the state the country's in.

Thank God i'm not the only one. Just went to Tesco and everyone was banging on about it. Do they not see that the bloody royals couldn't give a toss about them and their lives! I just don't get it. I may just pack some subversive goodie bags for the kids with defaced stamps, pictures of the guillotine, etc etc!! or maybe i'll just get drunk and start shouting!! Good luck..

I think just getting pissed is the best bet!
If only I could drink at work.

Can take or leave them. Hope they have a great day, not sure i would get my thong in such a twist if i hated them

You are so right. I have already started in fact. A large glass of sauvignon blanc in honour of my new mumsnet friend! Especially needed when i saw that a kindly neighbour has already put some bunting in my hedge.

I don't hate them.
I just hate the fact I'm expected to admire them, to be interested on such a huge and fawning scale.

I couldn't give a fiddler's fuck, frankly. I'd invent something to do elsewhere - in fact I did, as I'm on holiday and will be royal-wedding-free tomorrow.

No....

you just need to keep on proposing toasts 'To the Republic!', preferably wandering around with a bottle of champagne in your hand topping everyone up first.
everyone will think you are very jolly and good company but you will not have betrayed your principles.

I like this thread

<<settles in>>

Prince William has to marry someone.This woman has no royal connections at all so it might alter the gene pool.
What is irritating me is the press and TV constantly banging on about it and comparing her to Diana.

What a horrible thread. Could you not just forget being mean-spirited for one day and focus on the fact that a young couple are getting marrried and wish them well. Surely it won't kill you to be nice for one day!

Anyway, this thread has made me in grave danger of being interested

<assumes Zen-like levels of disinterest>

<hides thread>

I'm thinking of the fact that I shall be earning time and 60% tonight (night shift) and get an extra day off. Plus i'll be sleeping through the whole thing. Result!

Horsefaced, definately!!

One of colleagues wants to hold a toast!
I'm hoping to find a sympathetic patient and get them to pretend to collapse at an opportune moment.

I love your idea Sybil. But then too much champagne and I may just start ranting on about tiny boring little things like the Crown Prince of Bahrain's invitation, the House of Windsor Nazi sympathising, Prince William's receding hairline, and the national deficit and why they can't pay for their own fucking wedding .... more champagne please ...

Oops, didn't mean to be such a bitch about williams hairline... see what i mean ... (shock)

You can never have too much champagne!

How rude.

It is all a bit "opiate for the masses" but I am enjoying my opium right now, thanks, just blown the first 20 balloons and made union jack cupcakes. And I'm more or less a republican, just like a good knees-up! (especially for the kids).

I couldn't find any union jack cupcakes in Sainsburys, I thought there'd be loads. My staff will have to make do with Mr Kipling.