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You may be amused by my recollections regarding the last royal wedding.
It was 1980 or 81, I was living then in Dublin, Ireland. The regular crowd and I were enjoying a few jars up in the local snug in Mary Street, near Central Dublin, when in comes four American tourists who ask the barman to switch the telly over to the BBC for its coverage of the royal wedding of that tart Diana and bloody Prince Charlie. The local boys would have none of that muck; everyone hooted the barman 'till he switched it back to RTE (Irish television) so we could continue watching, or not watching, a match of Gaelic Football. The tourists had left at the first signs of popular discontent with their selection. Hah, hah! We all had a good chuckle.
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