Showing posts with label Royal wedding. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Royal wedding. Show all posts

Sunday, 18 September 2011

Buckingham Palace and Kate's dress

Christopher Robin would have been disappointed: they weren't changing guard at Buckingham Palace the day we went. As we hung around in the pouring rain outside the palace gates with an army of other tourists, a harassed-looking (and soaked) mounted policewoman rode up and down the crowd yelling there wouldn't be any guard changing for another two days - presumably once the rain had stopped. Time for a bacon buttie then, before our midday entry slot to Buckingham Palace's State Rooms and our chance to see the Duchess of Cambridge's wedding dress up close.

The ticket price includes an audio tour and we all donned our headphones at the Ambassador's entrance to the palace to be greeted - on tape - by Prince Charles, who told us the palace has 775 rooms, including 19 State rooms, 240 bedrooms, 92 offices and 78 bathrooms. Pity some of the 78 bathrooms weren't put at visitors' disposal before the start of the tour. The only facilities available are after the 90 minute tour, so those needing a pee beforehand are directed to a public loo about 10 minutes walk away - not much fun in the pouring rain.

The tour takes you into the famous quadrangle, where a newly married Kate and William alighted from their carriage after the wedding, and up the Grand Staircase into the Green Drawing Room and on into the Throne Room, where the wedding photos were taken. Copies of the group photos are on display so you can visualise everyone lining up on the day. A man standing next to me was, he told his wife in a heavy Yorkshire accent, quite overcome to be standing where Royalty had stood. I was more amazed that every window of these ornate and magnificent rooms was covered in greying and rather tatty net curtains. Is Her Maj a secret curtain twitcher?

The tour continued through the Picture Gallery to a display of some of the Royal Family's Faberge collection (wonderful) and then into the Ballroom where Kate, Wills and co. bopped into the wee small hours after their wedding. Kate's £250,000 Alexander McQueen wedding dress is now on display here on a podium surrounded by what can only be described as a large black mosquito net. Still, there's no doubt the dress is quite beautiful and a short film shows the incredible amount of work that went into designing and making it and up close you really appreciate the level of intricacy and detail. Kate's shoes, the 1936 Cartier tiara she wore (something borrowed from the Queen) and stunning earrings given to her by her parents are also on show.

Fit for a Duchess: Kate Middleton's stunning wedding gown is going on display at the weekend, alongside other items from the big day

In the State dining room, Kate and William's eight tier wedding cake is displayed. The first three layers are replicas, the top two having been kept by the newly weds for future christenings and the third layer having been served to guests. On the bottom tier, the first cut of the cake made by the couple is clearly visible.

A couple of State rooms later, we emerged into the Palace gardens where a tea room has been set up - the girls were thrilled that the hot chocolates were topped with a crown



Just in front of the cafe, having enjoyed a spectacular firework display in the gardens, Kate and Wills left for their first night as man and wife in a Fiat 500 convertible, waving madly through the sunshine roof. It must have been quite a night.

Friday, 9 October 2009

A world record and a royal wedding


The Kingdom is abuzz with excitement as Bahrain is on track for its first ever entry into the Guinness Book of World Records. What for? Well that's the bit that's not so exciting - it's for having the most signatories on a cyber electronic card. Yes, really.

"Royal wedding card may set record" ran the headline in the local press. More than 3000 well-wishers have so far signed an e-congratulations cybercard marking the marriage of Shaikh Nasser, the King's fourth son. Contacts are underway for this "unprecedented achievement" to be officially registered as a world record.

When I was a girl, I used to receive the latest copy of the Guinness Book of Records each Christmas and marvel over the world's tallest building, fastest athlete or fattest man (he was always the best photo) but I'm not sure as a 9-year-old I would have been even a teensy bit titillated to know which greeting card had the most signatures, cyber or otherwise.

Personally I am far more interested in the event which generated this record attempt - the Royal wedding. Shaikh Nasser is a good-looking bloke, sporty (he leads the Bahrain National Endurance Team in all matters equestrian), a poet (he's apparently published countless poems) and loaded (obviously).

If this had been Europe, his and his bride-to-be's faces would have been plastered on mugs, tea towels and postcards in every souvenir shop for months beforehand; there would have been endless analysis of the couple and their compatibility; and comprehensive TV coverage of The Big Day.

Yet I struggled to find anything about the wedding in the Bahrain press beyond a rather stuffy photograph of the groom, his father and his new father-in-law, Shaikh Mohammed bin Rashid al Maktoum, the Ruler of Dubai.

Of course, this being the Middle East, weddings are celebrated rather differently with separate, totally segregated, parties for the bride and the groom. Still, even if there was no picture of her, it would have been nice to at least know the bride's name, instead of her being only referred to in the press as "a daughter of Shaikh Mohammed."

Yet even as I felt my feminist hackles rising, I wondered whether - religious requirements aside - there was not some sense in keeping the identity of a Royal bride under wraps these days. The newly married couple will be guaranteed privacy to start their new life together, and the bride will not be constantly hounded by the press, derided for her dress sense, criticised for putting on weight/losing weight/changing her hair and all the other things Diana and her ilk have had to put up with.

And hopefully, she won't end up being pursued by paps and driven to her death in a Parisian tunnel.