A Specticle & Specticles ...

On the momentous occasion of the wedding of our next but one Monarch, the royal we were having our eyes tested, watch the monarchy crumble.

I not offended by the Royal Family (as long as I don’t think about it too hard) or the marriage of Will & Kate; just disinterested and improved sight seemed significantly more important. After all in essence it’s just two young people probably very much in love getting married, even lefties like me can enjoy a fairytale.

I’m conflicted by Royalty mainly ‘cause there’s just so many of ‘em and they’re all costing the British tax payer so much. Yes I agree they often represent the Country well and bring in foreign tourism, but I’m not sure this can be said about Viscount Severn (currently eighth in line for the throne)- although he is only four years of age.

I felt a rare (slight) sense of national pride seeing the crowds gather in the capital, the celebrations on the streets and the pomp & Englishness of the whole specticle. So let’s have our celebration, our moment of national pride, whilst the sun still shines and let’s have new glasses- a specticle and specticles. Maybe Will & Kate will be the ones to change the monarchy and consequently history?

EJT requires supervision to avoid ending up with ugly bins, it was difficult for us to obtain an appointment together, week-ends are obviously a premium so the unexpected holiday it was.

The optician didn’t even get my gag …

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… then dropped the bomb shell about high pressure and possible glaucoma (way to bring down the bank holiday mood)

Following our visit to the opticians we walked through Weatherspoons (needed the toilet, damn you weak bladder) everyone was having on alco(bank)holiday. There were flags, bunting, free cake and an air of expectant jubilation … sadly this had not been communicated to their regulars. The sight of mournful alchi’s in party hats is in fact incredibly depressing. For them (and many others I suppose) a day like any other … except you get a chunk of cake to soak up the beer and a paper head-cone!