Extracts from my live commentary on Twitter:
Guests arriving at the Abbey and – oh dear – I’ve just spotted Mr Bean … I hope he does something really funny.
A phalanx of liveried chimpanzees leads the convoy of armoured minibuses out the palace gates, followed by the Master of the Stool, bearing the huge, solid-gold chamber pot of state …
… and meanwhile in Whitehall, as the magnificent jewel-encrusted Femmefatalatron is slowly wheeled into position, a chorus of coal miners, their dirty little faces beaming with characteristic welsh mischief …
Every breath hushed as The Dress emerges from the car like a magnificent butterfly bursting forth from its chrysalis.
I’m with Simon Schama in considering the trees in the Abbey a touch of genius. Spring, renewal, earth-magic. There’s something primitive and pagan about it.
… nave of Westminster Abbey where the eunuchs of the royal household, in full regalia, can always be relied upon to …
Wife just asked if ceremony is being conducted by Rowen Atkinson. Now that would be something to see ….
The motet, Ubi Caritas et Amor – sung by a choir of Harry Potters.
Of course to be part of the team selected to pull the bridal coach is a great honour. And here it is at last, towed by a team of oiled and naked labour politicians.
Have to hand it to the organisers, carrying off an open-carriage procession in this day and age ….
Right …. that’s done. Time to get back to the real world
I missed the broadcast, but your commentary brings it all to life. And I was glad to hear that the Labour politicians had been invited after all.