Watching over the Royal Watchers: Vicario-US to Hilarious. Seriously. 

"Read all about IT!" About what this pomp, marking the historical significance (which is why so many women brought out their pumps for the first time in a great while -- can you imagine the podiatry and chiropractor visits next few days?) as well as circumstances, that bring US here to watch what allows for one individual to be deemed fit to be king, after being an heir apparent for decades, after many private practice sessions, to be ready to accede, just in case the "Queen mother"...to be ready for a seamless transition ("The Queen is dead; long live the King!"). As I got up early on your account, so you could sleep in and watch "taped live"😕 and, or knowing that you count on my considered commentary, which includes that regarding the "man who would be king" whose countenance reflected a "ho-hum" underwhelmed by the whole royalty thing, profile. But I guess if you or I had been prepping for such a moment for such a duration, finally getting that heavy crown lowered on your head might be a bit anti-climatic...sure looked to me though, that he was reluctant to give up the sword after such a brief possession (can you imagine how many times he and his siblings played with such things in the castle?). But to re-mind Him and You of just what a powerful draw He and this whole procession even on this side of the pond, a measure of majesty, just what...

UR Watching: The ratings, of course, tell all, or will in a day or so...In the meantime you and I know we are really onto something when you or I are being watched while we are either watching or playing ourselves (in the case of video games, You-tubing). Apropos to the moment, this grand occasion, there is the case of one Royal Watcher "who makes educational videos about all the Royals", who claims over 612,000 followers of her own. And reflected by the sign-off of the CBS watcher to her Brit counter-part, "This was splendid; I enjoyed watching you watch this spectacular event..." Speaking of...

Laying Claim: While almost none of us commoners, no matter how far we go back, what we un-earth via "Ancestry.com" will ever find ourselves heirs, as in the royal blood line, we can at least live vicariously, and even poke fun at Them from time to time (people ask me if doing so constitutes a defense mechanism...😔) through all the so-called historical experts on all these Royals...all the way back to...which frequently mixes fact with fiction (which is in part where the genre "historical fiction" originates, I guess) and, of course, includes gossip royale, rumors and innuendos...the kind we've all been subjected to at some time or another. And, on behalf of the royals and their watchers (or readers) gave rise to tall tales, fables...which incorporate the literary tools of sarcasm, sardonic humor on occasion, and lots and lots of parodies, as in...

Royalty Lite: For the lighter side of the history, brought to us of the "unwashed", as well as those who may feel a bit "entitled",  come the film-makers Here and over There, across the pond: "The Man who would be King...Princess and the Pea...Stinky Cheese Man" (the latter being loosely linked to the former)...But seriously, at least on behalf of U.S. here, we apparently need a more local informant regarding the meanings and historical relevance of all those vestments, the gilded carriages and all...all of which signal a ringing in of a new reign. And as they left the cover of the Abbey, out into the rain drops, it had me scratching my head, regarding all this reign and rain stuff...how many of us hometown fans, who continue to turn out in droves, rated some of the most loyal in the world, despite none of the major teams having brought home a crown since...two of which occupy venues of a curious nature -- wherein a team, subjected to the fickleness of Mother Nature (i.e. outdoor venue), can actually experience a "rain delay" while the other more rugged sport, absent thunder and lightning is obligated to play on (much like Their "futbol" players are) find themselves being shoed indoors. Curious arrangements indeed.

Rising to the Occasion: Just in case you were not, literally, up for this, I was up on your behalf, enjoying a solitary watch party in less than royal regalia, as in "out of uniform", in the comfort of an easy chair which, from my vantage point, looked a whole lot more comfortable than the King on his throne, and the queen to follow. While you and I will probably never rise to the level of being invited into the Royal court, what I as your host can extend by way of invitation, are two historically and universally experienced royal moments, relatively speaking...

Flush with Royalty, please stay seated: A directive to us commoners who might not know any better, whether to stand or sit, or kneel, curtsy, bow, the proper order of things after such a grand entrance. Whereas if you visit us in our "humble abode", even if not formally invited, unannounced, we'll simply direct you to "make yourself comfortable", after which you will likely be subjected to the "royal treatment" with food, drink, other forms of sustenance. And, especially if you've "had your fill", pointed you in the right direction, encourage you to "take all the time you need" (aka stay seated, please allow for a courtesy flush). And, while I myself can't...

Lay Claim, Entitle-ment: To come from a house of royalty, I have had a storied career as a watcher myself, as in throughout the practice of my profession, been witness to many such claims and claimers "I just want what's rightfully mine!" which have, on occasion, risen to a level of a Royal Fit!! Which for me usually culminates in a less-than-dramatic, moment, a directive to "rein in it". Followed by a dis-orderly procession, to one's room or any designated "time out" area. And, by the looks of it, the kind of time out "Charles" would likely offer a king's ransom for by the end of this, I imagine...