In today's Miserable Guardian, a welcome chance to see us as others see us (from this week's New York Diary):"Viewed from abroad, the jubilee weekend looked as distant and odd as action seen through a telescope, backwards. The last time I recall feeling this remote from my countrymen was during the 2012 London Olympics, when the UK went wild and the rest of the world looked on with mild interest. At the weekend, the American media reported on the celebrations across the Atlantic by breaking the glass on their 'and finally' tone, reserved for people doing peculiar things in far-flung parts of the world: this month, cheese rolling in the West Country, Swedish dining habits, and the grinding to a halt of 65 million people to celebrate the Mountbatten-Windsors.The PR coup of the occasion, obviously, wasn’t Paddington and the marmalade sandwich, or the Queen clinking her teacup in time with We Will Rock You – although both these things were charming – but the unplanned histrionics of four-year-old Prince Louis. Nothing humanised the Duchess of Cambridge more effectively than her efforts to quell her child’s rage. One felt for Louis, too, encased in Edwardian costume and made to sit through hours of the jubilee pageant – although, unlike his older siblings, he was at least permitted to retire before Brian May came on.The other highlight of the weekend was the game of studying photos of senior royals and speculating on where exactly they got their medals from. 'What war has Princess Anne been in?!' a friend texted, and for several moments, we peered at the same photo of the Princess Royal on a horse, wearing a suite of medals to make a field marshall blush. These words were repeated, with rising hysteria, in the face of images from the thanksgiving service at St Paul’s, where Prince Charles, Prince William, and even Prince Edward, bless him, staggered under more metal than an entire drawer of cutlery. 'I mean, at least Harry was in Afghanistan'."Thank goodness for a bit of perspective, instead of the endless fawning on the Windsor hangers-on elsewhere.
Richard Carter ● 1417d