So here I am in London, to cover what’s expected to be one of the biggest media events of all time.
As my taxi passed Buckingham Palace on the way to Trafalgar Square, I started to get a feel for it – dozens of bee-hive like cubicles, each with its own full-length window gazing over the palace, have been erected at the far end of the Mall, from where tv stations from all over the world will broadcast their Royal Wedding programmes live.
As Barry, my taxi driver, put it, “they’ve painted all the railings around the palace and laid new grass, it was starting to look a bit threadbare”.
Born and bred in north London, Barry fondly remembers Charles and Diana’s wedding 30 years earlier. “It was the best day of my life! I made 200 quid (pounds) in six hours. There was no traffic and loads of customers!”
I also remember it. I was seven years old and watched it live on television from my grandparents home in east London. It was “the wedding of the century”, a fairytale event for such a little girl, and the whole family followed it with much excitement, like everyone else back then.
Does that sound familiar?
I sincerely hope that for Prince William and Kate things will turn out differently. On the news this morning, they said it might rain on Friday. That would be very good news for the newlyweds – as the French say “Marriage pluvieux, marriage heureux.”
Lise Pedersen, reporting from London.