Harry and Meghan #298 The half price Prince

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He's so fucking THICK I can't stand it.

Even his romantic letters are just "I miss u xoxo"

Thick as two short planks.
 
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Where exactly does Harry think regular Brits live? Has he ever wondered what the average house in the UK is like?
 
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Dolt. She needed time to learn the ropes - and by your own admission you failed to teach her! You didn’t tell her to curtsey to your brother or your stepmother meaning she was failing just because you had a beef about them.
 
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Our dinner guests were my cousin Euge, her boyfriend Jack, and my mate Charlie. The salmon turned out perfectly and everyone complimented Meg on her culinary talents. They also devoured her stories. They wanted to hear all about Suits. And her travels. I was grateful for their interest, their warmth. The wine was as good as the company, and there was plenty of it, and after dinner we moved into the snug, put on music and silly hats, and danced. I have a fuzzy memory, and a grainy video on my phone, of Charlie and me rolling on the floor while Meg sat nearby laughing. Then we got into the tequila. I remember Euge hugging Meg, as if they were sisters. I remember Charlie giving me a thumbs-up. I remember thinking: If meeting the rest of my family goes like this, we’re home free. But then I noticed that Meg was feeling poorly. She complained of an upset stomach and looked terribly pale. I thought: Uh-oh, lightweight. She took herself off to bed. After a nightcap I saw our guests out and tidied up a bit. I got into bed around midnight and crashed out, but I woke at two A.M. to hear her in the bathroom, being sick, truly sick, not the drunken sick I’d imagined. Something else was going on. Food poisoning. She revealed that she’d had squid for lunch at a restaurant. British calamari! Mystery solved. From the floor she said softly: Please tell me you’re not having to hold back my hair while I’m vomiting. Yes. I am. I rubbed her back and eventually put her to bed. Weak, near tears, she said she’d imagined a very different end to Date Four. Stop, I said. Taking care of each other? That’s the point. That’s love, I thought, though I managed to keep the words inside.

Prince Harry, The Duke of Sussex
 
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I can’t believe how much I’ve missed whilst being at work. I’m skipping so much in trying to catch up. Probably a good idea for my blood pressure though.
 
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That deserves a row of dancing mushies!!

 
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He's so fucking THICK I can't stand it.

Even his romantic letters are just "I miss u xoxo"

Thick as two short planks.
Still better than the "I miss your boobs" texts I used to get even though he hadn't touched or even seen them. I'm sure Sparry meant the same. Or lower.
 
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Frat House? It was built by Sr Christopher Wren, Prine real estate in Kensington, not only Kensington but KP. It’s worth a bloody fortune
 
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We agreed that if we were serious about giving ourselves a chance, a real chance, we’d need a serious plan. Which meant, among other things, making a vow never to let more than two weeks pass without seeing each other.
We’d both had long-distance relationships, and they’d always been hard, and part of the reason had always been lack of serious planning. Effort. You had to fight the distance, defeat that distance. Meaning, travel. Lots and lots of travel.
The burden therefore would fall on Meg. In the early days, it would have to be her spending time on planes, her crisscrossing the ocean—while still working full-time on Suits. Many days the car came for her at 4:15 A.M. to take her to set. It wasn’t fair for her to shoulder the burden, but she was willing, she said. No choice, she said. The alternative was not seeing me, and that, she said, wasn’t feasible. Or bearable. For the hundredth time since July 1, my heart cracked open. Then we said goodbye again. See you in two weeks. Two weeks. God. Yes.


Prince Harry, The Duke of Sussex
 
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It really does sound delusional. Either that, or this is TW script for her (Made for TV) movie that she's directing.

Maybe that's on the cards...A movie. Who will the cast be I wonder?
 
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This is a piece from respected Scottish journalist Bill Leckie who wouldn’t normally write about Haz but seems to have been stirred into having his say. I couldn’t link it so just had to type it out myself.

‘Poor wee Harry can lash out at the world all he likes. But someday he’ll have to admit who his REAL fight’s with. Himself.
The guy’s so clearly at odds with everything he’s told himself is true, everything those around him have told him is true, that he no longer seems to know what he believes.
He hurls out accusations that always lack evidence. He makes statements and then denies them. He blames his brother, his dad, his grandparents, the Press and Big Boys Who Ran Away for everything wrong in his life.
Yet his most pressing issue is an unwillingness to deal with choices he’s made that are proving more and more difficult to justify.
Princess Margaret, purposeless in her big sister’s shadow, made self destructive choices and became a husk of the person she could have been.
Harry, sadly, is on the same path’.
 
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The friend was Marcus Anderson I bet
 
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Where’s the biro that Princess Margaret had gifted him? Would have been fecking useful in the end you ungrateful prick.
 
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No biro? He should have kept the one that Princess Margaret gave him for Christmas.
 
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