I cannot wait to hear the song Taylor writes about this. Here are some rhymes for "prince," Tay:
Mince, blintz, chintz -- somehow this song is about cooking and decorating? Song-writing IS hard. Hmm. Hence, whence. (That's appropriate for princely matters.) Rinse. Fence, but only if you say it sort of wonky -- that's for the part in the song where you get tired of picking out chintz and start a stolen goods ring. That's a good start, right?
In all seriousness, though, I find Taylor's delight at playing Kensington Palace quite appropriate. That would be pretty cool. I am not a huge fan of her DELIGHTED FACE when she wins her 445524th award, because it feels a little disingenuous and there's a way to seem thrilled and excited but not SHOCKED. That being said, I AM a fan of her not being a cynic. Actually, I think I am back in on Taylor. I was never totally out to begin with, honestly, but her not having a boyfriend at the moment has been good in terms of changing her story in the press, and I am remembering -- okay, fine. "Last December" came on the radio this morning and I recalled how much I love singing along to her in the car ARE YOU HAPPY?
She looks very pretty.
The delight on the faces of the various Bon Jovis IS a delight.
Tinie is so handsome; she looks like a deranged laundry sheet come to human life.
Mr Firth, whom I love, looks somewhat tired, no? Albeit classic in his tux. Livia Giuggioli's dress MIGHT be lined in blue -- if so, I approve.
Lady Mary, you classy bitch, I love you. (Also, this is very elegant.)