From Your Royal Correspondent

As a typical Brit, I'm the first one to moan about my homeland. After all, if I liked it that much I'd still be living there and this blog would be called Living the American Nightmare. One area where we can't be beat though, is pageantry and history. Living in a city which is yet to celebrate its 200th birthday, I can now see why the Americans get so excited when they visit London. Gosh, we sell food older than their entire country.
This week excitement has been building on TV towards next Friday's Royal Wedding. Personally I'd be a bit irritated if my big day was constantly being compared to my late mother-in-law's, but I guess they have a way of getting in there even if they are not physically around any more.
I've seen film of London streets decked out royally with huge Union Jacks, and blooming tulips bobbing in the sunshine. Considering here its pouring with rain and freezing cold, for once it feels like a bit of role reversal.
If you watch American TV regularly, you'd be forgiven for thinking there was no other country but this one on the planet, so its interesting that there are daily updates from London and documentaries about the preparations.
I'm delighted that the Naperville Sun has asked me to write a column about the big day, so I'll be awake at 3 a.m. next Friday, watching, blogging, talking on the phone to London and facebooking. Not sure if Kate has ever visited Naperville, if the Prince buys clothes in Deans or buys gifts for his grandmother's corgis in The Two Bostons, but if there's an angle I'll find it.