Okay, give up the royal bit, and booze, caffeine and cigarettes, drop your friends, do yoga next to the bitch, but ....

Uh oh; sorry, Megs

Prince Harry has now promised the harridan he’ll quit hunting

I’ve heard that some women marry a man in the hope that they’ll be able to change and shape them into a person more pleasing to them. That rarely works, but obviously, the key is to find moldable clay, known in the trade as a chickenshit wuss.

Who knew this war veteran would be so soft?