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With the super royals getting a sense of their burgeoning powers and flying the traditional coop with a five pound fare to Canada, you wonder whether Prince Harry heard correctly when, as they were having a cup of tea, Charles leaned over towards him and whispered “follow the money, old boy”.
Actually he didn’t say that, he said “pass me the honey, old boy”, but it didn’t matter, because the dashing Harry, still dressed in his military uniform, had already made up his mind to do the bolt.
“Dad, I’m out of here,” Harry said to his father.
“Not so quick son. There’s is a little something I’d like to say. And Charles reached around behind the drapes and grabbed his folk guitar. As he strummed, the servants became mesmerised by his gentle Spanish finger-picking style and knelt down by the fire to listen.
“Here’s a little something I wrote for you my dear Harry. He began to sing in a deep and world-wary voice.
“It’s not time to make a change, just relax, take it easy, you’re still young, that’s your fault….
Harry interrupted: “Dad you didn’t write that.
Suddenly Harry lunged towards Charles and grabbed him firmly by the cardigan.
“Dad,” he said. “How can I try to explain?
“From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen, now there’s a way and I know that I have to go away.”
Prince Charles dropped his head. “Harry, I’m warning you, royals who go it alone run great risks. One minute it’s all red carpet and then, before you know it, it’s a short walk to Oprah’s couch and a US talk show tour flogging A RoyalDeparture by Harry Windsor and a friend.
“By the way, I’ve written a song for that corker girl of yours.” He fretted the strings of his guitar and sang:
“I wanna live like common people, I wanna do whatever common people do…”
“Dad, you didn’t write that.”
