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That's a strange name for a cat.
I had a teacher at school with boss eyes. We never knew who she was looking at, who she was directing questions to or who she was telling off. It was really unsettling.
The comment shown is spot on W
Just shows he still very much views himself as 'Royal' offering to knight the host - twit
Ratu Rara from FB.
The couple who cried for privacy — and then showed up at the most televised sporting event in America — front row, in matching Dodgers blue, with the cameras zooming in every five minutes.
Welcome to the new episode of The Harry and Meghan Show: the never-ending world-privacy tour.
This week’s installment? The Dodgers Game Debacle.
Picture it: Los Angeles, Game Four of the World Series. The crowd is electric, celebrities everywhere, and right there — in the most visible, camera-hungry seats of them all — the Ginge and Cringe.
Because nothing screams “we just want to live a quiet, normal life” like sitting in front-row seats worth tens of thousands of dollars, while Fox’s camera crew pans to your every grin.
Now, in case anyone missed the cosmic joke here, these are the same people who once sued media outlets for daring to photograph them walking their dog. Yet somehow, they found themselves smack-dab in front of thousands of flashing cameras, right behind the pitch clock. Privacy clearly means something different in Montecito.
But wait — those seats? They were directly in front of Sandy Koufax, literal baseball deity and Hall of Famer, and Magic Johnson — Los Angeles royalty, Lakers legend, and oh yeah, part owner of the Dodgers.
These men are sports icons. They are L.A.
And yet there sat Harry, a man whose closest brush with athletic greatness was losing to Prince William at polo.
In front of them? Magic Johnson — billionaire, philanthropist, franchise owner. Harry? The guy who once played strip billiards in Vegas. Make it make sense.
Naturally, the internet exploded.
One fan fumed, “Prince Harry and his wife sitting in front of Sandy Koufax. Un-f***ing-real.”
Another raged, “Why the hell are they in front of Sandy?”
While yet another simply said, “They need to leave.”
The tone was a blend of disbelief, irritation, and mild second-hand embarrassment.
Meanwhile, Meghan was doing her signature move: I [___] the camera — all smiles, all waves to no one in particular. She seemed less interested in the game and more in finding the nearest camera lens to lock eyes with.
The Dodgers had barely made it through the first inning before the cameraman found them — repeatedly. It was like a reality show within a baseball game.
Then came the fateful jumbotron reveal. You could almost hear the collective groan from Dodger fans as their faces appeared on screen.
For some, the sound that followed was unmistakable: boos.
For others, an eerie, polite silence — which, let’s be real, might be even worse.
Imagine spending years begging people to care, and when they finally see you, they collectively shrug.
Harry and Meghan have built an entire empire on being noticed, talked about, photographed. And yet, when they finally step into America’s biggest baseball stage, the public’s response hovers somewhere between “meh” and “who?”
“Prince Harry and Meghan Markle just came on the big screen, and the whole stadium started booing them.”
That’s not just a PR miss — that’s a PR catastrophe in real time.
Let’s pause and remember: this is the same Harry who, in his memoir Spare, lamented how the paparazzi destroyed his peace of mind. The flashes, the frenzy, the lack of control — his words painted a portrait of a man haunted by fame.
And yet, here he was, beaming for the Getty photographers — as if the trauma came with a day pass.
One X user summed it up best:
“He’s fine with the flashes when the lighting’s good and the angles are flattering.”
Another added, “Don’t worry, guys — the therapy bills are tax-deductible.”
And Meghan? She was in her natural habitat: camera-ready grin, a sixth sense for finding the nearest lens. Someone online joked,
“She finds cameras like a heat-seeking missile.”
You could practically see her telepathically instructing the cameraman: Zoom in, darling. My left side’s the good one.
But the biggest mystery of the night wasn’t their behavior — it was their presence.
Why were they there at all?
Neither of them has ever shown interest in baseball. Harry probably thinks the Dodgers are a polo club.
Meghan, once the darling of Toronto, was a self-declared Blue Jays fan for years. She gushed in interviews about how much she loved Canada — how it felt like home, how she adored watching the Jays.
Now suddenly she’s decked out head-to-toe in Dodgers merch like she’s been a fan since birth. That’s some elite-level rebranding.
And while we’re asking questions — where were the kids?
Archie and Lili were notably absent. A few parents online weren’t shy about calling them out:
“What kind of parents go to the World Series and don’t bring their kids?” one fan asked.
If you’re going to play at being the relatable L.A. family next door, maybe actually act like one.
Instead, what the world saw was two adults who looked profoundly disconnected — from the crowd, from the moment, from each other.
Harry’s face was a study in quiet despair — the kind that says, I’d rather be getting frostbite in Antarctica with the Invictus team than doing this.
Meghan, on the other hand, was all performative enthusiasm — clapping like a seal, over-smiling, pretending to understand baseball terminology.
“Oh my god, he hit a touchdown!”
And then, poetic justice struck again.
The Dodgers lost that night.
The internet wasted no time declaring they’d been Markled. Memes spread faster than Dodger Stadium nacho cheese. “They cursed the team.” “The Dodgers should’ve paid them to stay away.” “The Blue Jays won tonight. Coincidence? I think not.”
The collective schadenfreude was delicious.
Some eyewitnesses claimed there were no boos, just collective indifference — which, in L.A., the land of self-promotion, is the ultimate insult.
Being ignored at a high-profile event in Hollywood? That’s the kind of social death even a Netflix documentary can’t revive.
One fan said it best:
“In a city that claps for itself — they got silence.”
Naturally, internet detectives went digging. Turns out Backgrid photographers — yes, the same agency that “accidentally” catches them on every grocery run — were conveniently nearby.
High-res photos. Perfect lighting. Not a single blurry shot.
Hmm. Almost as if someone tipped them off.
But hey — what’s a little coordinated pep stroll between privacy advocates?
Harry looked exhausted, hollowed out, as though his inner monologue was stuck on repeat: How did I get here?
Fashion-wise, the couple went for L.A. casual cosplay — matching Dodgers caps, coordinated blue outfits, and Meghan’s signature California tan glowing like a ring light at full brightness.
Someone online joked, “Meghan looks like she rolled around in Cheeto dust.”
By the seventh-inning stretch, it was clear this wasn’t a couple enjoying a game — it was a photo shoot disguised as date night.
Meghan was laughing just a little too loud, clapping just a little too hard, while Harry sat motionless, looking like a man who’d realized too late that the popcorn wasn’t spiked.
Their faces told two different stories. Together, they were the visual definition of marital PR fatigue.
And here’s the thing — this isn’t new. It’s just another chapter in the never-ending saga of performative privacy.
Every outing has the same energy: hyper-staged yet deeply awkward. They show up somewhere they have no reason to be, ensure cameras are present, and then act shocked when people notice.
The cycle is exhausting — even for observers.
Let’s recap, shall we?
They sat in front of baseball legends.
They were either booed — or worse, ignored.
They wore Dodgers merch despite zero prior fandom.
They left their kids at home for a prime-time PR moment.
He looked miserable. She looked thrilled.
The Dodgers lost, and the internet blamed them.
In the end, Harry and Meghan’s Dodgers cameo wasn’t about baseball — it was about relevance.
The couple who cried for privacy — and then showed up at the most televised sporting event in America — front row, in matching Dodgers blue, with the cameras zooming in every five minutes.
Welcome to the new episode of The Harry and Meghan Show: the never-ending world-privacy tour.
This week’s installment? The Dodgers Game Debacle.
Picture it: Los Angeles, Game Four of the World Series. The crowd is electric, celebrities everywhere, and right there — in the most visible, camera-hungry seats of them all — the Ginge and Cringe.
Because nothing screams “we just want to live a quiet, normal life” like sitting in front-row seats worth tens of thousands of dollars, while Fox’s camera crew pans to your every grin.
Now, in case anyone missed the cosmic joke here, these are the same people who once sued media outlets for daring to photograph them walking their dog. Yet somehow, they found themselves smack-dab in front of thousands of flashing cameras, right behind the pitch clock. Privacy clearly means something different in Montecito.
But wait — those seats? They were directly in front of Sandy Koufax, literal baseball deity and Hall of Famer, and Magic Johnson — Los Angeles royalty, Lakers legend, and oh yeah, part owner of the Dodgers.
These men are sports icons. They are L.A.
And yet there sat Harry, a man whose closest brush with athletic greatness was losing to Prince William at polo.
In front of them? Magic Johnson — billionaire, philanthropist, franchise owner. Harry? The guy who once played strip billiards in Vegas. Make it make sense.
Naturally, the internet exploded.
One fan fumed, “Prince Harry and his wife sitting in front of Sandy Koufax. Un-f***ing-real.”
Another raged, “Why the hell are they in front of Sandy?”
While yet another simply said, “They need to leave.”
The tone was a blend of disbelief, irritation, and mild second-hand embarrassment.
Meanwhile, Meghan was doing her signature move: I [___] the camera — all smiles, all waves to no one in particular. She seemed less interested in the game and more in finding the nearest camera lens to lock eyes with.
The Dodgers had barely made it through the first inning before the cameraman found them — repeatedly. It was like a reality show within a baseball game.
Then came the fateful jumbotron reveal. You could almost hear the collective groan from Dodger fans as their faces appeared on screen.
For some, the sound that followed was unmistakable: boos.
For others, an eerie, polite silence — which, let’s be real, might be even worse.
Imagine spending years begging people to care, and when they finally see you, they collectively shrug.
Harry and Meghan have built an entire empire on being noticed, talked about, photographed. And yet, when they finally step into America’s biggest baseball stage, the public’s response hovers somewhere between “meh” and “who?”
“Prince Harry and Meghan Markle just came on the big screen, and the whole stadium started booing them.”
That’s not just a PR miss — that’s a PR catastrophe in real time.
Let’s pause and remember: this is the same Harry who, in his memoir Spare, lamented how the paparazzi destroyed his peace of mind. The flashes, the frenzy, the lack of control — his words painted a portrait of a man haunted by fame.
And yet, here he was, beaming for the Getty photographers — as if the trauma came with a day pass.
One X user summed it up best:
“He’s fine with the flashes when the lighting’s good and the angles are flattering.”
Another added, “Don’t worry, guys — the therapy bills are tax-deductible.”
And Meghan? She was in her natural habitat: camera-ready grin, a sixth sense for finding the nearest lens. Someone online joked,
“She finds cameras like a heat-seeking missile.”
You could practically see her telepathically instructing the cameraman: Zoom in, darling. My left side’s the good one.
But the biggest mystery of the night wasn’t their behavior — it was their presence.
Why were they there at all?
Neither of them has ever shown interest in baseball. Harry probably thinks the Dodgers are a polo club.
Meghan, once the darling of Toronto, was a self-declared Blue Jays fan for years. She gushed in interviews about how much she loved Canada — how it felt like home, how she adored watching the Jays.
Now suddenly she’s decked out head-to-toe in Dodgers merch like she’s been a fan since birth. That’s some elite-level rebranding.
And while we’re asking questions — where were the kids?
Archie and Lili were notably absent. A few parents online weren’t shy about calling them out:
“What kind of parents go to the World Series and don’t bring their kids?” one fan asked.
If you’re going to play at being the relatable L.A. family next door, maybe actually act like one.
Instead, what the world saw was two adults who looked profoundly disconnected — from the crowd, from the moment, from each other.
Harry’s face was a study in quiet despair — the kind that says, I’d rather be getting frostbite in Antarctica with the Invictus team than doing this.
Meghan, on the other hand, was all performative enthusiasm — clapping like a seal, over-smiling, pretending to understand baseball terminology.
“Oh my god, he hit a touchdown!”
And then, poetic justice struck again.
The Dodgers lost that night.
The internet wasted no time declaring they’d been Markled. Memes spread faster than Dodger Stadium nacho cheese. “They cursed the team.” “The Dodgers should’ve paid them to stay away.” “The Blue Jays won tonight. Coincidence? I think not.”
The collective schadenfreude was delicious.
Some eyewitnesses claimed there were no boos, just collective indifference — which, in L.A., the land of self-promotion, is the ultimate insult.
Being ignored at a high-profile event in Hollywood? That’s the kind of social death even a Netflix documentary can’t revive.
One fan said it best:
“In a city that claps for itself — they got silence.”
Naturally, internet detectives went digging. Turns out Backgrid photographers — yes, the same agency that “accidentally” catches them on every grocery run — were conveniently nearby.
High-res photos. Perfect lighting. Not a single blurry shot.
Hmm. Almost as if someone tipped them off.
But hey — what’s a little coordinated pep stroll between privacy advocates?
Harry looked exhausted, hollowed out, as though his inner monologue was stuck on repeat: How did I get here?
Fashion-wise, the couple went for L.A. casual cosplay — matching Dodgers caps, coordinated blue outfits, and Meghan’s signature California tan glowing like a ring light at full brightness.
Someone online joked, “Meghan looks like she rolled around in Cheeto dust.”
By the seventh-inning stretch, it was clear this wasn’t a couple enjoying a game — it was a photo shoot disguised as date night.
Meghan was laughing just a little too loud, clapping just a little too hard, while Harry sat motionless, looking like a man who’d realized too late that the popcorn wasn’t spiked.
Their faces told two different stories. Together, they were the visual definition of marital PR fatigue.
And here’s the thing — this isn’t new. It’s just another chapter in the never-ending saga of performative privacy.
Every outing has the same energy: hyper-staged yet deeply awkward. They show up somewhere they have no reason to be, ensure cameras are present, and then act shocked when people notice.
The cycle is exhausting — even for observers.
Let’s recap, shall we?
They sat in front of baseball legends.
They were either booed — or worse, ignored.
They wore Dodgers merch despite zero prior fandom.
They left their kids at home for a prime-time PR moment.
He looked miserable. She looked thrilled.
The Dodgers lost, and the internet blamed them.
In the end, Harry and Meghan’s Dodgers cameo wasn’t about baseball — it was about relevance.
Looks just like her mother!
I’m just relieved Harry managed to get away with his life, sitting in front of thousands of people, for hours, where people who might want to harm him know exactly where he is because he’s on the bleeping tv every five minutes.
i hope the UK gov lawyers are prepping to show this at his next appeal for full security. I hope they make it very clear, and the judge does too preferably, that if he feels he is so in danger then being in situations like that without any harm might suggest otherwise.
It couldn't have helped her aim with the board rubber.
You know what. I just think the whole thing is a tragedy. They could have done so much good with the positions they were given in the Commonwealth. In Africa. With Invictus.
They just needed the right guidance (and to listen).
They threw it all away with both hands and a temper tantrum. And stomped their feet (very big feet).
And where are they now?
They are celebrities fighting for recognition, for magazine covers, for fake awards, ...
They just needed a little humility. They could have done so much.
Now, they lack gravitas.
Meghan was searching for an identity, for recognition ... And she had it, she just did not recognize real worth or value when she held it in her hands. And that is a tragedy that she and Harry have to live with, the knowing what could have been.
They just needed the right guidance (and to listen).
They threw it all away with both hands and a temper tantrum. And stomped their feet
(very big feet). And where are they now?
They are celebrities fighting for recognition, for magazine covers, for fake awards, ...
They just needed a little humility. They could have done so much.
Now, they lack gravitas.
Meghan was searching for an identity, for recognition ... And she had it, she just did not recognize real worth or value when she held it in her hands. And that is a tragedy that she and Harry have to live with, the knowing what could have been.
We have NOT.The Express
BIB
They have?
Does Dermot need a dictionary? To remind him what 'relatable', 'hands-on' and 'creative' actually mean?
Meghan Markle 'prepared to go it alone' as insider says 'she'll stop at nothing'
Meghan Markle plans to build her business empire and expand As Ever, sources say.www.express.co.uk
She was never going to be remotely interested in doing anything constructive regarding Africa unless it involved luxury resorts, people treating her like a queen on visits and being gifted blood diamonds. The only place that matters to her is the US and the high end celeb world.You know what. I just think the whole thing is a tragedy. They could have done so much good with the positions they were given in the Commonwealth. In Africa. With Invictus.
They just needed the right guidance (and to listen).
They threw it all away with both hands and a temper tantrum. And stomped their feet
And where are they now?
They are celebrities fighting for recognition, for magazine covers, for fake awards, ...
They just needed a little humility. They could have done so much.
Now, they lack gravitas.
Meghan was searching for an identity, for recognition ... And she had it, she just did not recognize real worth or value when she held it in her hands. And that is a tragedy that she and Harry have to live with, the knowing what could have been.
She probably blew so much smoke up Harry’s a before the wedding about wanting to get her hands dirty in Africa, representing the crown in the commonwealth blah blah blah but never meant a word.
@ChaoticArtist - What say you about this as you are our resident candle expert. Apologies if you have already responded.
ETA: Already saw that you responded.
But it’s been more than…..
…. Four hours… righhhht?I can only manage with my arms above my head, which is not really suitable for polite
, otherwise I feel like I'm in the MRI machine having a mammogram!Flogging himself again, is he?
Shut up ‘ya’ll’!
Shut up ‘ya’ll’!
Flogging himself again, is he?
Can't get Megz to do it these days.
Can't get Megz to do it these days.
Meghan never wanted to ‘do good’. She doesn’t want to help people. She wants people to think she’s a humanitarian without actually having to help anyone. She’s as shallow as a puddle and for her it’s all top show. All she’s ever wanted was Hollywood celebrity - red carpets, photoshoots, gushing magazine articles - and enough money to live a billionaire lifestyle without having to do anything to earn it. Because she’s a mediocre, talentless grifter she failed but make no mistake, there isn’t a philanthropic bone in her body.You know what. I just think the whole thing is a tragedy. They could have done so much good with the positions they were given in the Commonwealth. In Africa. With Invictus.
They just needed the right guidance (and to listen).
They threw it all away with both hands and a temper tantrum. And stomped their feet
And where are they now?
They are celebrities fighting for recognition, for magazine covers, for fake awards, ...
They just needed a little humility. They could have done so much.
Now, they lack gravitas.
Meghan was searching for an identity, for recognition ... And she had it, she just did not recognize real worth or value when she held it in her hands. And that is a tragedy that she and Harry have to live with, the knowing what could have been.
The Queen was saying a LOT by choosing that date!
In our modern age Anne Boleyn kind of gets sold to us as a feisty, misunderstood, amazing woman (I blame Philippa Gregory) but actually her marriage to Henry VIII was a tragedy for England and for Henry VIII personally.
Due to his purely sexual infatuation with Boleyn (she was willing to give head, apparently, whereas the deeply devout Catalina of Aragon would not), Henry VIII blew up his 24 year marriage to the faithful, devout Catalina, and wrecked many of his longstanding relationships with the great noble families the Courtenays, de la Poles and the Percys. This in turn made England's borders less secure especially in the North where the Percys held sway.
Under Boleyn's malign influence, Henry VIII also blew up his relationship with Rome (the Pope), thus at a stroke creating enemies out of France, Italy and Spain. It also eventually led to the destruction of the monastic orders, which meant that England lost great centres of learning, charity, husbandry, science, medicine and architecture. All of that wealth disappeared into the pockets of the sly, conniving Thomas Cromwell and his henchmen.
The Catholic church governed the working, social and spiritual lives of the peasantry and smallhold farmers and without it, they were left adrift. So much of the beautiful culture, song and folklore of Merrie Englande has been lost to us because of this. The Pilgrimage of Grace, a popular movement in which the ordinary people tried to regain what was lost to them, was ruthlessly put down. Wealth divides were created between North and South England which still persist to this day. England became a more drab and miserable place when popular Catholicism was ripped from its people. Henry himself went downhill under the influence of the Boleyn family, stopped exercising, ballooned in weight and lost interest in good governance, becoming increasingly tyrannical.
TLDR: Anne Boleyn gave good head, Henry VIII followed his fool and in doing so blew up everything good about his life and cut himself adrift from his country.
Remind you of anyone?????
Exactly @PurpleReign it is a massive red flag why they haven't taken their children to the baseball match as they would have loved it but to not take them is sad as the children never seem to go anywhere and when they do it is staged for merching purposes.
An early 'sweet nod' to Movember?
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