Smart girl, that Zara Philips (if we forget about the tongue stud).
First, she picked a down-to-earth, Northern rugby player to marry.
Then the date she’s named for her Royal wedding is just three months after The Other One. Add to that the Scottish location and it’s clear a clever game plan is unfolding.
By the time it gets to Zara and Mike’s big day, the furore over William and Kate’s will have dampened down nicely.
And everyone will have spent up on those tacky copycat engagement rings, souvenir tea towels and egg cups. So Argos and the Franklin Mint won’t bother plastering Zara and Mike mugshots over ugly, worthless lumps of pottery destined for car boots in three years’ time.
She’s her mother’s daughter all right.