You know I love you. You know this. I’ve loved you ever since that year I got free digital cable in Rochester, NY as part of a promotional deal for new renters in my apartment complex. I love your news. I love your dramas. I love (gods help me) Graham Norton. I am a Top Gear junkie, and have recently developed an obsession with Gordon Ramsay. I do not know where I would be without The Doctor.
I adore you. We may be taking a short break, but my love for you has not wavered in the slightest.
I tell you this so that you will not be too terribly hurt that I am not going to watch you at all from this evening until, perhaps, Monday (OK, maybe I’ll take a Doctor break in there). It is simply my policy, as an accredited member of the Wedding Industrial Complex (In-Service Musical Performance Unit), to avoid weddings a) to which I have not been invited as family or friend, or b) at which I am not being paid to play. I wish all the best to the happy royal couple, but… well, they’re on their own.
Also: I’m just not really into this monarchy stuff (which is why I don’t much care about The Tudors, either).
See you next week! Kisses!