Pop goes the loony.

I've never seen a mad woman's brain explode live on air before, but here's a still in Technicolor.

Apparently there are those who have spent the day searching for black guests at a white wedding. What were the couple expected to do? Ship over the population of Harlem for the day? Raid Africa? We did that over 200 years ago and it wasn't well received at all. Some people are still a bit miffed about it. Mostly white people with only the guilt cells working in their otherwise untouched brains. The rest of us realise we weren't actually alive at the time.

If a Muslim man marries a Muslim woman, I would expect the majority of the wedding guests to be Muslim. If a black man marries a black woman, I would expect the majority of the guests to be black. Because most of the guests are related and related people have this persistent way of being similar. No matter how hard you push 'diversity', those pesky genes and those irritating social ties just refuse to listen. Of course, to the drones, this is only a problem where a white man marries a white woman. I'm surprised that's still legal.

Weddings are not subject to the Tiny Blur's insane employment quotas. You don't have to invite me to every wedding just to fill the cripple quota and to be honest, I'm just going to get absolutely plastered and be an embarrasment to everyone except me anyway, so count yourselves lucky on that one.

I wonder if ASH were counting smokers, the Shenkerites were counting drinkers and the salty people were counting chips? Perhaps there was a group checking the distribution of waist sizes and another counting sticks and wheelchairs? How many non-swimmers were there? How many train spotters? Did the Cameroid have happiness-indexers roaming the crowds? How many single mums, how many unemployed, how many three-legged Lithuanian lesbian dwarf ex-convict drug users? I don't think we should be told but I suspect we might be.

It was a wedding. The brood and grime get to choose who turns up and they clearly made their choice with much thought and discretion.

They didn't invite the Tiny Blur and Slotgob, nor did they cast the necessary spells to invoke the presence of the Brown Gorgon and Beard. That shows a great deal of sense and taste.

If I'm still alive when this guy becomes Mr. King, I think I'm going to like him. Even though he didn't invite me to make up the pissed smoking immigrant cripple quota.

Maybe Harry will.