Which I hate.
And always have done.
Because it's undignified. Because a man's a man for a' that. Because I refuse to be in awe of a pegtop doll simply because it's been draped in tinsel and stuck on top of the Christmas tree. Because monarchy is the lynchpin of a system that's unjust and corrupt and stupid.
Because I'm an anarchist.
And that's why I 'm happy whenever something happens to remind us that the royal family are merely folk- and enjoy blow-jobs and cocaine binges as much as the next man or woman. The Queen herself has always been a figure of uncompromisingly dull rectitude (yawn) but all round her it's been like the 120 Days of Sodom. Harry is a rakehell, so- in his day- was Charles, so was the Queen's sister Margaret, so was her uncle Edward VIII and her other uncle Prince George (whose death in wartime remains a classified state secret) and so on back to Edward VII who was an infamous whorermonger- and the last royal (before this weekend) to be blackmailed over his sex life.
I don't know which of them got caught with his (?) trousers down this time. I don't suppose it matters. I just want to thank him.