As I understand it, Chuck has lived the life of a roue.
Finally, when he became about thirty, papa Phil called him in and told him it was time to become a legal stud for a change and sire a future monarch.
"It's your job, son. We need an heir and a spare. Go to it lad."
And so Chucky was launched on a search to find a bride with royal blood who was also, well, how do I say this, pure. The royals actually, as I understand it, have the damsel examined by a royal physician to verify that status.
Has any physician ever declared a contestant not a damsel? Heck if I know, but I doubt it. (There are a lot of physicians out there who would be happy to take the place of a doc who was, well, shall we say, being too thorough.)
Anyway she had to be someone who could pass the laugh test in the maidenly category.
Charlie, having spent the better part of his adult life depleting the royal ladies of their, um, youthful status, had a problem.
Luckily he found Diana, young, pretty and apparently certifiable by the royal physician.
And so he married the fair maid, satisfied his raison d'etre, and went back to his first love, catting about, apparently whenever possible with the married Camilla.
Now C&C are going to be wed.
Will I watch it? Maybe.
Ain't no other soaps on Saturday.
