WHEN the Brits get things right, they really get it right.
The Westminster system of government; the defeat of fascism (with a little help from friends); the invention of cricket and rugby; James Bond; pomp and circumstance.
And a Royal Wedding that had even the most ardent republicans still glued to their TV screens.
It was a glorious occasion where the whole world could share a taste of a fairytale, where the joyous love between two young people was vividly coloured by the fact it was a future king marrying a commoner who will become his queen.
The Brits indeed carried it off in style. The immaculate cars and carriages, the uniforms and titles, the horses and pageantry, the Abbey and palace, the occasionally odd but endearing Windsor family and, of course, The Dress and The Kiss.
