I’m a firm believer in six degrees of separation. I’m sure you can reach almost anyone in the world, on that basis. The only crunch being how you identify which of the people you know, might know someone interesting or useful.
So, I’m less surprised than you’d think to find I know someone who was at The Wedding 30 years ago. But there is no way I could have guessed who it might be. Having shed some unexpected tears on Tuesday when reading the Guardian’s surprisingly kind article on William and his mother, it felt only natural to turn to Lucy Coat’s blog and her three posts (one, two, three) on the last great wedding. More tears, of course. There was something about Diana that few others can match. And I’m pleased she had such lovely and normal friends.
Now, it doesn’t really matter if I know someone famous or I know someone who knows someone famous. But a more insightful view of a much discussed topic can be refreshing. Especially in this cynical world, where it sometimes feels as if the British press are world champions. Why can’t we ever be allowed to just like someone or something?
I’m not terribly keen on either Royal weddings or the Eurovision song contest, but surely people can enjoy both peacefully, without clever journalists having a swipe at them for doing so? Somehow I doubt that it is the couple getting married who are insisting on the enormous wedding, the press coverage or even that we all have the day off.
Had an urge to blog about William and Kate earlier, but it sort of vanished under some book mountain or other. How can we not wish them every happiness? Are we all monsters? William is someone I see in my mind’s eye as that happy little boy, all wet after a theme park ride with his brother and their Mum. Maybe for the next generation the whole family can go on the ride together?
Meanwhile, I would urge Lucy to make her diaries public. Just in case there’s more exciting stuff in them. And there’s bound to be other interesting diaries around as well. But whose?