I’m guessing you missed the royal wedding. No, not that one. I refer to Saturday’s nuptials between Crown Princess Victoria of Sweden and Mr Daniel Westling, now Prince Daniel, Duke of Västergötland. There’s a whole slideshow of pictures at the royal website and what struck me most was that they look like they’re having fun. They’re a couple who look like they really mean it and would have wanted to spend the rest of their lives together even if one of them wasn’t one day going to rule a chunk of Scandinavia. If you asked one of these two if they’re in love, I don’t see either coming back with “whatever love means.”
Which is of course as it should be, and I’m happy for them.
I remember our own royal wedding being described as “fairy tale” and I was never really convinced, even at the time, even before the revelations about Camilla etc. Shewas an under-educated over-privileged Sloane Ranger; he was a much older future King who had to ask his mother’s permission to kiss her in public. Fairy tale how? All she did was move up the ladder slightly. Whereas in this case: she was the (slightly older) future Queen; he was a personal trainer and gym owner from a long line of farmers with a slight Clark Kent vibe going for him. Now, that’s fairy tale.
No jokes about “Dancing Queen”, however: apparently they were all made back in 1976 when the present King and Queen were married. Said ceremony was preceded the day before by, yes, an Abba concert, where that song premiered.
Sudden image of scores of Daniel’s former clients lining the route to Stockholm Cathedral, all singing, “If you change your mind, I’m the first in line …”