An American colleague commiserated with me about it!! I thanked her, but told her not to. The royals mean nothing to me. This is yet another example of what a bunch of ugly, vulgar, arrogant, entitled gargoyles they really are.
My national pride is rooted in Shakespeare and Jane Austen and George Eliot and Dickens and Isaac Newton and Charles Darwin and the Brontes and Wordsworth and Keats and Wilfred Owen and Virginia Woolf. Any country that can produce Bertrand Russell and Aldous Huxley and George Orwell in one generation is alright by me. I’m proud of Oxford and Cambridge, of Alan Turing and the discovery of DNA. It’s this island’s contribution to the life of the mind, to the world of literature and science, that gives me pride, not that bunch of ghastly imbeciles. Harry is basically a chav with a posh accent. In fact, I doubt any of them have ever finished a serious book. Even P. G. Wodehouse and David Bowie and the Beatles give me more pride. All we ask is that they behave with a bit of dignity and grace, and they can’t even do that! Ditch the lot of them.