In washing his dirty linen in public and claiming his brother hit and injured him, supposed war hero Prince Harry shows himself as nothing but a dopey drip suggests Matthew Steeples
Prince Harry used to be considered a fun-loving sort; a party boy and a pranker, a boozer and a bit beyond bonkers. He loved nights at Boujis and was even known to go behind the bar at La Brasserie in South Kensington to knock up cocktails. Here was someone a bit pointless, but equally here was someone who eventually came to be actually liked after he spent time in the army and Africa.
Supposedly banned from drinking not only alcohol and tea, but also forced to give up shooting and to take up yoga in 2019 by his woke and wacky wife, this deservedly spare second son was previously a bit like a less obnoxious version of his rotten money grabbing uncle, Prince Andrew, but now he’s just turned into a brazen bore and a money grabber also.
This morning, with news that the Duke of Sussex’s already bargain basement book – for which he supposedly received an advance of a rumoured and frankly astounding £16.6 million ($20 million, €18.8 million or درهم73.5 million) – has used his book Spare to claim that he once took a beating from his very own brother. Cringeworthy and tacky or what?
According to The Guardian’s Martin Pengelly, in 2019, a “piping hot” Prince William, now Prince of Wales, “physically attacked” his brother and called the Duchess of Sussex “difficult… rude… [and] abrasive.” Frankly, the elder brother has subsequently been proven to be anything but wrong.
Continuing in his tittle-tattling, tacky tome, Prince Harry supposedly adds:
“[Prince William] called me another name, then came at me. It all happened so fast. So very fast. He grabbed me by the collar, ripping my necklace, and he knocked me to the floor. I landed on the dog’s bowl, which cracked under my back, the pieces cutting into me. I lay there for a moment, dazed, then got to my feet and told him to get out.”
Left allegedly with “scrapes and bruises” on his back, the dopey drip did not immediately tell his meddling menace wife. Instead, he pathetically called his therapist and now he’s pathetically telling the world. Perhaps it is now time that this silly little example of a boy who likes to cry wolf was reminded that washing your family’s dirty linen in public leads to nothing but trouble.
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