And so a princess got married in a way that was apparently very private, yet curiously public. Guest-wise, we had a Geldof girl in a muumuu, Cara Delevingne in drag, and Kate Moss as the ghost of benders past. But, best of all was the bride's mother – gawky, gurning, gloriously herself – the artist forever known as Fergie in full Ferginian force.
And, lo, the nation spoke with one voice and it said: "Oh, Fergs, how we do adore thee," with even her former father-in-law prepared to be in the same room. For many of us, the emphasis was less on the nation's princess bride than on her mother, Queen Fergiana of York. It was her day; if only because it was one royal occasion at which she was actually at the heart.
One felt for her from the moment she banged her head while exiting the car. True to form, Fergs immediately raced over to press flesh with onlookers. Colleagues on the ground in Windsor tell me that there was a lot of love for her in the crowd, with much "ahhing" over her evident jitters and bursting maternal pride.
The duchess's outfit was spot on: green, her power colour, on-theme for both the bridesmaids' sashes and that fabulous emerald tiara sported by her daughter. She was clutching the bag her own mother carried to her wedding, while her winged straw hat was immediately satirised as a golden snitch from Harry Potter's quidditch game, providing just what we need from York millinery – memes.