I've been watching Nicholas Wichchell's Royal Wedding suck-fests with a growing sense of incredulity, but this one took the fecking cake.
It was all about how she and her esteemed family had "bettered themselves" since their descent from Durhamshire miners in the early 20th century.
All about how it was "better" to be a relentless snob and social climber, like her grandmother, who snubbed her working class roots. How it was "better" to be an airline hostess like Kate's mother, who used her job to scout round for a millionaire to marry, rather than use the work ethic of her ancestors as an inspiration to get on.
And how it's "better" that Kate used her ÂĢ39,000 a year Marlborough College education and degree at St Andrews for nothing "better" than snagging the heir to the throne.
Excuse me if I think it's "better" to have been part of the community (the miners) whose labour drove this country through the Industrial Revolution and helped create its wealth, rather than some silly, over-educated nonentity who thinks a part-time job in Jigsaw constitutes a career before she gets married.