Kate Middleton is now a blueblood. She’s married into the Royal Family, which gives her special dispensation from the law. She’s probably allowed to kill people and run over vicars with combine harvesters while setting fire to piles of tyres and griffins.
HOWEVER. She’s not like the rest.
Y’see, our Kate is willing to not only walk around us plebscum, but also, do it wearing clothes that you can buy from shops. Seriously. Someone should beatify her now…. if they do Protestant beatification that is.
Kate Middleton is not only able to wear clothes AND walk around, but she’s also willing to do it on her own (and by ‘on her own’, we mean, without Prince William, but still followed around endlessly by Royal consorts, a legion of ladies-in-waiting, 400 sycophants and a security team)!
WHADDAGAL!
So what gloriously giving thing was the Duchess of Cambridge doing? She was attending a new exhibition by the late Lucian Freud at London’s National Portrait Gallery AND wore a coat by high street label Jesire for the occasion. Seriously. She’s like the new Mother Theresa or something.
Not only that, but One Of Us Kate wore Jimmy Choo heels, just like your Grandma used to wear when you were poor.
And where was Wills through all this? Well, he’s off playing soldiers with his posh friends in the RAF and has found himself posted to the Falklands for 6 weeks where he’ll occasionally appear before TV cameras in a flight suit, before being whisked off to some luxury underground barracks away from the proper workers in the armed forces.
While he’s gone lording it up in Argentina, Kate plans to patronise us all by perfecting her doe-eyed look at various charities around the UK.
A royal spokesperson told the Mail:
“The Duchess will have a handful of engagements while the Duke is away.?She will visit all her patronages publicly at least once and continue to visit them privately.”
“It will be a busy period.”
It sounds like hell, the poor lamb.
Cookie Monster says
It is amazing what we, here in the colonies, miss. I can assure (those who wonder) that we are, indeed, feeling the absence of this new candle in the wind, as it were. We do collectively hang on her every fart, each utterance and flutterence from her royalness’ various mouthpieces. How much we long for sweet mother England, I cannot express in words.
Bravo, our saviors! Bravo!