I seriously hope that these rumours aren't true, but it is looking increasing likely that something is going to drop and it doesn't look good for Harry.
Yes let’s leave the Falkland’s be for a while.Haven’t the Falkland Islanders suffered enough?
If you’re talking about the alleged rape allegationsMeh, I'll believe it when I see it.
I can't believe someone would have sat on it for the past few years throughout all his unpopularity, just to go "oh he's releasing a book, now I'll do it"
All I got was a tin of pepsi maxHe is such an ignorant pillock. The Royal Rota was created to give the family privacy and stop intrusion.
You give them access to positive column inches and let them do their job by posing for a photo at the start of the royal holiday, and the press should leave you alone to enjoy family time for the rest of it.
‘Fair competition’ in Harry’s eyes means more long lens pap shots, more paps chasing cars and more intrusion.
Just noticed I’m getting close to VIP status. Please warm up the VIP lounge. I will bring jugs of margaritas and lots of nibbles when the moment comes.
He did indeed deny this so why is Harry bringing it up again when the event didn't even happen.Didn’t the Archbishop deny this ceremony 3 days earlier???
Just like we said - she tutored him on what to say.you might have already seen this but if not it's worth a look - quite short too. If you do watch, check out some of the comments too!
Maybe the person writing the info isn't British and doesn't know the exact terminology?We don’t have battery as a charge in the UK?
I mean we have plenty in the armoury but ‘battery’ as it’s own charge is an American thing?
I'm afraid I had a realisation this evening and this photo alludes to where I think this is all going. We know Meghan likes to curate her life based on what's she's seen in a movies or what she's seen happen to other celebrities....Basically what we all said on here ages ago - Doria went to prison for ten years, probably for selling /carrying /moving drugs.(or all three).and that's why her and Thomas Markle split.
Harry sits around in the Monteceito mansion all day smoking weed with Doria.
He has had too much Californian therapy, he's got sharks all around him and something bad is going to happen to him. Some wacko therapist has encouraged him to tell all in some sort of purge therapy thing.
He didn't mention prison. It was just on Dan Wootton's show.Is this legit ? Did Tom Bower (thinks that’s his name) really just out Doria about drug dealing and prison etc ?? Is there a clip or a article confirming he has just outed her? Not saying you are all bullshitting or anything but I’m so lost with what is fact and fiction now. This whole thing is one big soap opera my heads gone
'I told them a bit of how we’d met, told them about Botswana, told them about Waitrose, told them I was smitten, but overall what I told them was heavily redacted.'
Nit picky I know, but......
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Fuck off I went to the queens garden party at holyroodhouse in 2010 and there was snipers on the roof then. It didn’t feel the slightest out of place even for us commoners. Moron.I STOOD AT THE ALTAR, smoothed the front of my Household Cavalry uniform, watched Meg floating towards me. I’d worked hard to choose the right music for her procession, and ultimately I’d landed on Handel’s Eternal Source of Light Divine. Now, as the soloist’s voice rang out above our heads, I thought I’d chosen well. Indeed, as Meg came nearer and nearer, I was giving thanks for all my choices.
Amazing that I could even hear the music over the sound of my own heartbeat as Meg stepped up, took my hand.
The present dissolved, the past came rushing back. Our first tentative messages on Instagram. Our first meeting at Soho House. Our first trip to Botswana. Our first excited exchanges after my phone went into the river. Our first roast chicken. Our first flights back and forth across the Atlantic. The first time I told her: I love you. Hearing her say it back. Guy in splints. Steve the grumpy swan. The brutal fight to keep her safe from the press. And now here we were, the finishing line. The starting line. For the last few months, not much had gone according to plan. But I reminded myself that none of that was the plan. This was the plan. This. Love. I shot a glance at Pa, who’d walked Meg down the last part of the aisle. Not her father, but special just the same, and she was moved. It didn’t make up for her father’s behavior, for how the press had used him, but it very much helped.
Aunt Jane stood and gave a reading in honor of Mummy. Song of Solomon. Meg and I chose it.
Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away…
Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm;
For love is strong as death, passion fierce as the grave…
Strong as death. Fierce as the grave. Yes, I thought. Yes. I saw the archbishop extend the rings, his hands shaking. I’d forgotten, but he clearly hadn’t: twelve cameras pointed at us, two billion people watching on TV, photographers in the rafters, massive crowds outside roistering and cheering. We exchanged the rings, Meg’s made from the same hunk of Welsh gold that had provided Kate’s. Granny had told me that this was nearly the last of it. Last of the gold. That was how I felt about Meg. The archbishop reached the official part, spoke the few words that made us The Duke and Duchess of Sussex, titles bestowed by Granny, and he joined us until death parted us, though he’d already done similar days earlier, in our garden, a small ceremony, just the two of us, Guy and Pula the only witnesses. Unofficial, non-binding, except in our souls.
We were grateful for every person in and around St. George’s, and watching on TV, but our love began in private, and being public had been mostly pain, so we wanted the first consecration of our love, the first vows, to be private as well. Magical as the formal ceremony was, we’d both come to feel slightly frightened of…crowds. Underscoring this feeling: The first thing we saw upon walking back up the aisle and out of the church, other than a stream of smiling faces, were snipers. On the rooftops, amid the bunting, behind the waterfalls of streamers.
Police told me it was unusual, but necessary. Due to the unprecedented number of threats they were picking up.
Prince Harry, The Duke of Sussex.
In Glaswegian speak…OUR HONEYMOON WAS a closely guarded secret. We left London in a car disguised as a removals van, the windows covered with cardboard, and went to the Mediterranean for ten days. Glorious to be away, on the sea, in the sun. But we were also sick. The build-up to the wedding had worn us down.
We returned just in time for the official June celebration of Granny’s birthday. Trooping the Color: one of our first public appearances as newlyweds. Everyone present was in a good mood, upbeat. But then: Kate asked Meg what she thought of her first Trooping the Color.
And Meg joked: Colorful.
And a yawning silence threatened to swallow us all whole.
Days later Meg went off on her first royal trip with Granny. She was
nervous, but they got on famously. They also bonded over their love of dogs. She returned from the trip glowing. We bonded, she told me. The Queen and I really bonded! We talked about how much I wanted to be a mom and she told me the best way to induce labor was a good bumpy car ride! I told her I’d remember that when the time came. Things are going to turn around now, we both said.
The papers, however, pronounced the trip an unmitigated disaster. They portrayed Meg as pushy, uppity, ignorant of royal protocol, because she’d made the unthinkable mistake of getting into a car before Granny. In truth she’d done exactly what Granny had told her to do. Granny said get in; she got in. No matter. There were stories for days about Meg’s breach, about her overall lack of class—about her daring not to wear a hat in Granny’s presence. The Palace had specifically directed Meg not to wear a hat. Granny also wore green to honor the victims of Grenfell Tower, and no one told Meg to wear green—so they said she didn’t give a fig about the victims.
I said: The Palace will make a phone call. They’ll correct the record. They didn’t.
Prince Harry, The Duke of Sussex.
And Lady C impliedMaybe the person writing the info isn't British and doesn't know the exact terminology?
I wonder whether this is the thing Richard Eden tweeted about a few months ago?
Yep. I can well believe it. All three of them are shit.THANK YOU! Waiting patiently over here for bloody Doria to be splashed on the front page of every paper for her prison spell!!! Come on journos, what the heck are you people dragging your feet for? Everyone knows it by now and while you’re at it, as has been mentioned several times now, look into the finances (cough ‘money laundering‘) of her shell company.
If everyone can’t see the hardened criminal cunt that is Doria by now, there is no waking people up! That Netflix ‘speaking to camera‘ bits did her no favours. I even mentioned on here a while ago that a teeny tiny weeny minuscule part of me felt almost sorry for Smegs. Could easily see Doria smacking her round the head as a kid and telling her she better learn to put her fanny out there and start earning her keep, soon as she’s legal.
Hang Doria (metaphorically) out to dry please and do it quick!
I was just looking into this - yes, he did deny this ceremony. So who's lying, the Archbishop or Harold? One guess - and it's not the Archbishop!Didn’t the Archbishop deny this ceremony 3 days earlier???
This is the Blind Gossip story Murky Meg shared on her IG stories years ago and swiftly took down because she believed (and probably had her followers advise her) was actually about Hunter Biden. Or so we thought. OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!A few more screenshots
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