Kate and William's big day saw accomplished performances from the bride's sister and brother – and a hint of naughtiness from Prince Harry
Young people don't say hangover any more, they say "cocktail flu", apparently: Prince Harry looked as though he had cocktail meningitis when he arrived, though a more charitable reading would be that those army suits are incredibly hot. Nevertheless, he was born knowing how to behave: a ready smile, an air of discreet mischief and an eye-flirt with the bride's sister so dashing and unaffected that it wouldn't be a surprise if they'd had a special Westminster Abbey rehearsal just to perfect it ("OK, so you look up at me, right, and we'll look a bit like those guys who've just got married, and it'll be really cool, but don't overdo it because Chelsy's got a horrible temper.")
More surprising were the accomplished performances from the bride's siblings. Philippa "don't call me Pippa, even though that's what everybody else calls me" Middleton looked supermodel slender and, of course, poised, which is just posh-speak for standing up straight and not being drunk. James, the younger brother, has successfully avoided most limelight, seeking only as much publicity as is necessary for his cake-making empire (he has three businesses registered at Companies House: Nice Cakes, Nice Wine and Nice Group London – did he get these names from a three-year-old?) He read faultlessly from Romans 12.