I reckon I’m about to spend the next 300 words or so proving my own point. Let’s see what you think.
Before we go any further I think I need to set out my stall when it comes to my opinion of the Royal family.
I’ve never particularly fallen in either the “for” or the “against” camp.
I can see the argument for them being a drain on our resources, but I can also see the other side – the money they bring in through tourism probably more than covers it.
I’ve always been blasé when it comes to Royal stuff but in the past couple of years I’ve found myself getting more and more patriotic.
I even munched on a celebratory roast pork roll for the Queen’s jubilee.
I quite like the new generation of heirs and heir-alikes, but the coverage of the Cambridges’ impending arrival was verging on ridiculous at the start of last week.
On the Monday, for example, when the news had broken that Kate was in labour, we were treated to hours of uninterrupted reporting from outside the hospital in Westminster.
The BBC allowed Nick Witchell out of his special armchair and he led the extended discussion about... er... well absolutely nothing.
That’s the way it stayed until Prince George finally made an appearance. Because we had to fill hours of non-stop news telly every eventuality of the poor tot’s life had already been played out.
I appreciate this is the first Royal birth since we entered the digital age, but the thousands of reporters, cameramen, producers and floor managers seemed to forget a young couple were about to become parents for the first time – regardless of what bloodline their baby was being born in to.
So here I am – filling my own “column inches” talking about the thing that’s been annoying me in other, much less reputable, newspapers.
Something about a pot and a kettle?