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If I should ever get married, I would like to do it in style. I would have four priests, a five meter long train, 18 fighter planes flying in formation, a three meter high wedding cake, 1200 guests (all royals, politicians and divinities) plus of course half a million or so of subje…er, people celebrating on the streets. My bridesmaids would all be little princesses, the king would make a speech, my diadem would have been a gift from Napoleon to Josephine and, as the guests partied on until the early hours, I would sneak out through a secret passage and fly off in a private jet. And yeah, my husband would be there too, or whatever.
Swedish royal wedding July 19, 2010. Now that’s what I’m talking about.
(pictures Wiklund/Scanpix from SVD)
Did you see the Brits totally rule at the Tony Awards yesterday? Red, my personal favourite, did extremely well. Someone (Liz Koops?) was saying how the Broadway audience are very particular, quite sentimental and takes everything literally (when talking about why West End hit Enron closed after only two weeks on Broadway. I think if I for one second took Enron at face value I would find it dreadful.) so I can see the appeal with a play like Red. But the great irony in this is of course that even though it is witty and sentimental, the type of people whom – I can imagine – are celebrating it at the Tonys, are made fun of in the play. How right Charles Spencer was back in December when he wrote in his review that “Red will almost certainly become a snob hit among the chattering classes, who will then go on to patronise the kind of swanky restaurant Rothko despised and discuss the play over the starters” (The Telegraph).
‘Of course you like it – how can you not like it?! Everyone likes everything nowadays. They like the television and the phonograph and the soda pop and the schampoo and the Crakcer Jack. Everything becomes everything else and it’s all nice and pretty and likable. Everrything is fun in the sun! Where’s the discernment? Where’s the arbitration that seperates what i like from what I respect, what I deem worthy, what has…listen to me now…signifigance.’ (Red, John Logan)
Oh dear, I have been awfully absent here lately haven’t I? I can’t even come up with an excuse. School is finished, I am yet to find work, I have no money so the level of activity is pathetically low. Actually, this is starting to sound like a damn good excuse. My life is boring-bordering-on-tragic. I go to the gym, am sensible with alcohol, I haven’t been shopping in ages and I’m home baking cakes instead of going to shows. I’ve turned into some sort of adult. Or worse still, an old lady. I’ve slowed down so much I’ve entered some sort of coma. But things are about to change. Oh yes my friend, stay tuned.