THE DAILY TELEGRAPH: For the armchair viewer, the day offered superb cameos and a sparkling star turn
If you had to pick a moment from the thousand moments, it would be her smiling face behind the mist of the veil with the tiara and earrings glinting through. It took Catherine Elizabeth Middleton three and a half minutes to walk down the aisle to marry her Prince. Three and a half minutes plus 10 years. Well, I think we can all agree it was worth the wait.
They may have called her a commoner, but she outclassed every one of them. Lovely as a poem, the bride conquered any doubting hearts when we realised that she has not yet perfected the royal screw-top hand movement. She still waves like a human – eager, excited, happy. Catherine was not alone in her thrill; there were two billion people who felt roughly the same way.
It could not have been a more perfect day. At 7.45am, the TV cameras were already out in force and the sky over London was pewter with the threat of rain. Two great British loves had come together in glorious union: a slap-up royal wedding and dodgy weather.
Forget Carole Middleton, for viewers up with the lark the nation's most important Carol was the BBC's weathergirl. With her customary gale-force good humour, Carol Kirkwood explained to Fearne Cotton that there was an easterly wind, which was making it cold, but there was still hope that the showers could be kept away from the Abbey for the Big Moment. Down in Whitehall, Suzanna Reid was taking the temperature: "It was feeling a little damper earlier, but it seems to have lifted. No umbrellas!" Frankly, a passing typhoon could not have dampened the spirits of the throng in Hyde Park who cheered for England every time they saw themselves on the giant screen. » | Allison Pearson | Saturday, April 30, 2011
