I can’t find a bucket of love for
LAST week I found myself infuriated by companies trying to cash in on Mother’s Day (guilt) by suggesting we buy such ridiculous items as the Rrated bondage-a-thon film 50 Shades Freed on DVD.
It appears we need some kind of safe word to stop people flogging us rubbish that has nothing to do with the actual occasion.
So obviously this week I have been desperately trying to avoid all the pathetic attempts to make us buy Prince Harry and Meghan Markle-themed souvenirs.
There’s nothing wrong with a royal wedding.
Goodness knows we need a distraction from all the real issues in this often ugly world.
Besides, now that Queen Elizabeth is — let’s face it — getting on a bit, there’s a need for a few extra royals around to cut the ribbons and make the speeches.
And anything that takes the focus off a looming King Charles III and Queen Camilla has to be a good thing.
Still, I do feel a bit better about Camilla since she was pictured looking bored out of her skull by the mind-numbing Commonwealth Games opening ceremony.
Although, while the cameras were focused on her, they did miss all those African athletes disappearing out of the side gate in a bid for freedom.
Anyway, the wedding means royal impersonators can get out into the fresh air and dust off their dodgy acts.
Although some of the ones I’ve seen on breakfast TV need to work on their routine a little more. Maybe an actual English accent for a start?
But I find the souvenirs