Analyse this. Last Friday, Meghan won a huge privacy lawsuit against a UK newspaper. Fair enough. Two days later on Valentine’s Day she posted a surprise photo of herself, her Prince and her new bump in a rustic setting worthy of Marie Antoinette. It only lacked a couple of sheep. Awww – how nice. She’s pregnant again. A happy ending. Perhaps the photo was a bit too artfully posed, a little too reminiscent of the final shot of Hugh Grant and Julia Roberts in Notting Hill, but still let’s not forget this is La La Land, and Meghan was an actress. Barefoot Harry looked happy, if a bit of a spare part.
Then, the very next day, it’s announced they are about to give a “tell-all” interview to the American queen of the confessional, Oprah Winfrey.
Meghan will go first, telling Oprah why she left the UK, the pressures of living in the public eye, and her hopes for the future.
Harry’s up next, no doubt to avoid embarrassing questions about why he left his family in the lurch. He’ll probably just say he’s having an awfully nice time. And Meghan has said Oprah can ask whatever she likes.
So, the couple who left the UK because they wanted privacy will talk, but only on their terms. They will talk, but not to us.
Not to the British public who loved Harry, worried about him, were thrilled when he married Meghan, so chuffed when he had his little son. He has totally rejected us.
And if that sounds childish, it’s because our relationship with the Royal Family really is rooted in a sense of childlike comfort.
We dream that the Queen comes to visit us for tea. We see her as a security blanket, a symbol of maternal reassurance. Harry’s California antics reduce royalty to ridicule.
It makes us realise he’s just a silly, spoiled Prince who thinks he can have it all.
As he discovered yesterday, he can’t. You’re not a Prince without a country, just a rich playboy with a Netflix contract. If he ever comes back home, I fear he’s in for a nasty shock.
Source: EXPRESS CO UK