It is hard being a Republican with the Queen and Phil the Greek on the throne. They seem like good, decent folks with a real sense of duty. Under them an institution with no right to exist seems safe as houses and, indeed, is hard to attack. But the younger royals are a different kettle of fish. And that brings us to the loathsome parasite that is Princess Eugenie.
The daughter of toe sucking old slapper Fergie is set to marry a Tequila Brand ambassador (i.e a posh member of the 1% with inherited money and sod all grey cells) today at Windsor. Eugenie carries out no Royal Duties at all yet has demanded a wedding set up which will – as a result of the additional security that is needed to accommodate her wishes – stiff the taxpayer with a £2 million tab.
A chance to hob nob with Royalty means that hundreds of fawning celebrities will be there so there should be a fair old crowd to see the celebs if not the soon to be Mrs and Mrs parasite-airhead. Without the celebs one suspects that, in this weather, the streets of Windsor might be less than packed. Sadly there are still enough Brits who hold the entire Royal family in such awe that there will be a crowd.
Were Eugenie to have to ride through a deserted street, it might somehow sink into her empty head how many of us bitterly resent having to spend a cent supporting her special day.
I suppose I should not complain. Every example of the minor Royals showing that they are parasites but also unaware of how much their sense of entitlement is despised, brings forward the day when Britain opts for an elected head of state and folks like Eugenie and her ghastly mother and sister are exiled to the Falkland Islands.