Don't get me wrong. As a father who sweated four times and bit my nails to the stumps as I imagined all sorts of things going wrong, I'm happy that the Middleton woman has come through the ordeal and mother and babby are apparently doing well. What depresses me are two things.
The first is that the third in line to the English throne will be yet another mouth for the public to feed - current costing puts it at £200 million. Cheap at the price, given the interest of the outside world and the benefits in tourism. Right on the first, wrong on the second. Buckingham Palace doesn't make it into the Top 20 tourist atractions and costs a fortune to maintain - unlike the Tower of London, which has no royals in it at the moment and cost the public purse zilch.
Finally, I have to confess to a kind of sadness. The mystery of the arrival of another unique human life on our planet is indeed something to rejoice in. The sad part is that this life, if things stay as they are, will be a wasted life. He'll get some pseudo job in the army as a young man, he'll twiddle his thumbs waiting for his da to die or pack the job in, and then he'll be ferried around to be gawked at and cheered, while he does the hugely significant thing of waving and grinning in return. We all get just one shot at life, and it'd be nice to think it had some worthwhile meaning, something of substance to contribute. Except he gets lucky and the monarchy crashes before it's his turn, this new young one is doomed.