Instead of milking Invictus, why don't they just do "a day in a life of a British Prince"? Drop the faux fancy act and show the real them. I am sure many will tune in and binge. They will definitely be the trendsetter in royals department even thought they will be no different from Kim K
A Day in the Life of a British Prince:
"I get up around 10:30am after spending the night on the sofa because my wife kicked me out of bed three weeks ago following a catalogue of failures in the bedroom department.
Breakfast consists of a pile of waffles, berries, cheese, bananas, cream and marmite washed down with a pint of liquidised greens and a dozen vitamin and algae pills to boost my fertility. Sometimes I manage to give these to the dog.
After breakfast, Megs requires me to do some yoga. I have a nice blue yoga mat because I'm a boy. If I don't do the yoga properly my breakfast comes back up, so I have to be very careful about that.
Next, I'm allowed to play on the games console. I like GTA because it's manly and I get to take my frustrations out by beating everyone up and pushing them off buildings. Sometimes I think about pushing Megs off a building, but I quickly think about something else as I know that would be A Very Bad Thing To Do.
Megs doesn't like me eating lunch in case I gain too much weight, but I am allowed another green smoothie with added soil for roughage.
In the afternoon I receive direction from Megs. This consists of me sitting across a desk from her whilst she details all my character flaws and the mistakes I've made during the last 24 hours. These sessions help me to improve myself so that I don't keep repeating my mistakes and embarrassing Megs.
Afterwards we both go into the barn and take our frustrations out on a punchbag. Mine has a picture of my brother on and Megs has a picture of Catherine to punch. Megs tells me that all racists deserve to be punched and gives me her best right hook onto my face.
I have to have a lie down and a good cry by this point. I lie on the sofa and listen to darling Megs giving a piece of her mind to the Help, who comes from South America, but I'm not entirely sure where that is.
Dinner consists of a tofu burger, asparagus, hummus and another green smoothie. This meal rarely stays down and I feel very depressed by this point. Megs tells me I'm not trying hard enough. I could kill for a McDonald's.
Sometimes I manage to escape on my bike whilst security distracts Megs by showing her his muscles. I head downtown to the nearest fast food place and grab some much needed food. Sweet relief!
Bedtime. If I'm in favour, I'm allowed into bed with my darling Megs where she instructs me on what to do to her. Afterwards, she gives me a rating out of 10 and I receive a written critique which I must study carefully in order to improve next time. If I am very bad, I have to spend another night on the sofa.