I’m not what you’d call a huge fan of the House of Windsor – personally I think the Stuarts deserve another kick at the can – but at the end of the day there’ll always be an England so we just have to make the best of it.
Not only is it the law of the land, but like the Mounties and their musical ride they put on a damn good show.
One look at the Wills and the Kates and you can tell the family’s stepped up their game since the Andrews and the Fergies.
Years of loveless procreation could be payin’ off, since the jug-eared German look may be finally getting’ bred out of it.
I’m happy for ’em. And for us, too, if we plan on keepin’ their mugs on our money.
Kate’s a handsome dame, and you know she must have a big heart for stickin’ with a young man gone bald in the worst way.
I bet Justin would have liked to try his chances with her, if he was at all straight.
It can’t be easy bein’ a royal. I was in the studio audience once for Elwood Glover’s Luncheon Date, so I know that livin’ in the public eye is no bed of roses.
Imagine your job is makin’ small talk with adoring simpletons. I’d request a tour of a soup kitchen and lay my head in the oven.
Now Charles, I got no time for him. But if Liz can hang on another 10 years then he’ll have no time for him, neither.
Which reminds me that Leonard Cohen‘s not dead yet.
They say he’s got a new record comin’ out. That should be number three, after “Suzanne” and “Hallelujah.”
I’m not a big one for poetry or music or smartasses from Montreal, but like CBC Radio and the Snowbirds he’s a Canadian institution and we can’t just pretend he’s not out there, somewhere.