To not have coverage of this historic occasion 24/7 for at least three months is nothing short of treason! To the tower with the naysayers.
Stimulants should be pumped directly into Huw Edward's and Clive Myrie's cerebral cortex, to keep them awake on contionuous rolling shifts, emoting on our behalf.
As pathetic subjects of her most Glorious Majesty, we may feel grief but cannot express it as fully, and succintly as those improvising in front of a castle, reading hastily compiled autocue scripts, replete with adjectival punch, pith and doggeral (whatever that is), or wearing black tights and Marks and Spencer longsleeve, 100% cotton shirts of darker hues.
..I personally also find it difficult to maintain a furrowed brow for more than two hours a day, withou the use of sellotape
If you hate Britain, or the Royal family, take a long hard look in the mirror, punch it (aka your wooden face), replace the mirror and do it again. (Ikea have a range of affordable choiuces in the Fkorp and DSenge ranges).
Futanari, CS compilations, and Cash in the Attic, have a time, a place, but this is not it. If it's not The Queen slash King get it off the air.
(...although twenty minutes of Rastamouse on BBC2 at four thirty would be fine for the little ones...)
God save the King!