Favourable Forecast.

The weather is forecast to be wet and windy for the pantomime on Friday, so I might just tune in after all. Not in the hope of seeing Ms Middleton’s mascara run, you understand. I’ve no reason to wish discomfort on her, just as long as she disappears quietly afterwards and doesn’t court the obsequiousness of the peasantry once she’s officially a royal. I hope she has the sense to realise that she’s merely joining the ranks of the amusingly anachronistic.

No, it’s bedraggled dignitaries I want to see. I dislike dignitaries.