But then the smell reminded him of his mum as he opened it and rubbed it on the Crown Jewels.
But then the smell reminded him of his mum as he opened it and rubbed it on the Crown Jewels.At least Elizbeth Arden got a free plug that their cream works on a frostbitten penis
Because it helps with his healing ... bollocks to the position and danger it puts anyone else in.Likewise, I think a lot what Harry has put in his book is indefensible. What Harry said about executing people will be equally deeply offensive to many, especially those in Afghanistan who lost loved ones. Why did anyone need to know he saw life as chess pieces and executed 25 people?
That doesn't mean his mother or her other relatives deserve that cartoon of her.Likewise, I think a lot what Harry has put in his book is indefensible. What Harry said about executing people will be equally deeply offensive to many, especially those in Afghanistan who lost loved ones. Why did anyone need to know he saw life as chess pieces and executed 25 of them?
Maybe it’s a personal sibling competition between him and Anne? I can actually see that. Either to prove themselves to their parents and still ongoing (unhealthy family dynamics and all) or just as a half friendly half real competition siblings sometimes have.I looked up, and apparently Prince Charles was the hardest working Royal in 2013. Is he calling his own father “certain family members”? And saying that he inflates the number of his engagements to come out on top?
It is objectively fucked up and nobody is "defending" it. The sentiment in addition to disgust is - well, this is the kind of attention H has attracted, as the saying goes, "Play stupid games, win stupid prizes." It's going to get worse for him.No that's really messed up. I saw it and I don't think there's any defending it. It's not even witty or clever and it doesn't seem to be making any kind of point about anything - not that I can make out anyway. I don't think he's brought that on himself - I put the blame for this on Charlie Hebdo. It's his dead mother that's the butt of the joke moreso than Harry and Diana has another son and plenty other relatives that will be horrified by this.
Charlie Hebdo seem like shit stirrers to me. The attack on their offices was horrible but they're just shocking for the sake of being shocking. What are they trying to say?
This is starting to remind me of the Viz magazine and I've no idea why!I WAS SITTING around Nott Cott, scrolling through Instagram. In my feed I saw a video: My friend Violet. And a young woman. They were playing with a new app that put silly filters on your photos. Violet and the woman had dog ears, dog noses, long red dog tongues hanging out. Despite the canine cartoon overlay, I sat up straighter. This woman with Violet…my God. I watched the video several times, then forced myself to put down the phone. Then picked it up again, watched the video again. I’d traveled the world, from top to bottom, literally. I’d hopscotched the continents. I’d met hundreds of thousands of people, I’d crossed paths with a ludicrously large cross-section of the planet’s seven billion residents. For thirty-two years I’d watched a conveyor-belt of faces pass by and only a handful ever made me look twice. This woman stopped the conveyor-belt. This woman smashed the conveyor-belt to bits. I’d never seen anyone so beautiful.
Prince Harry, The Duke of Sussexđ
thank you, Eton, Sandhurst and the finest education money can buy.There was so much to say, we had so much in common, though we came from such different worlds. She was American, I was British. She was well-educated, I was decidedly not. She was free as a bird, I was in a gilded cage. And yet none of these differences felt disqualifying or even important. On the contrary, they felt organic, energizing. The contradictions created a sense of: Hey…I know you. But also: I need to know you. Hey, I’ve known you forever. But also: I’ve been searching for you forever. Hey, thank God you’ve arrived. But also: What took you so long?
Prince Harry, The Duke of Sussex.
I didn’t say it did, a Tattler asked if anyone knew what the wording on the sketch said in English, I responded. I clearly state it‘s shocking and gave my opinion nothing more but how are you not as offended/disgusted about the hurt Harry will have caused many innocent people, including the loved ones of those he killed and those he mocks in his book? Just because he has a royal title in my eyes makes him no better than anyone else.That doesn't mean his mother or her other relatives deserve that cartoon of her.
As I said before, my father-in-law in WW2 fought in Burma as a very young man. The only way he could do what was asked of him was to do exactly that. Dehumanise the enemy. Because once you start thinking of them as young men as scared as you … you’re lost.Likewise, I think a lot what Harry has put in his book is indefensible. What Harry said about executing people will be equally deeply offensive to many, especially those in Afghanistan who lost loved ones and of course the Taliban. Why did anyone need to know he saw life as chess pieces and that he executed 25 people?
Edit. Not that I know for sure but it’s possibly saying you’ve belittled the lives of others Harry by gloating about your kills and dehumanised them saying you saw them as chess pieces, we can do the same to your deceased loved one. Also the Taliban who Harry states he executed have no respect for women whatsoever and clearly in that sketch there’s no respect for his deceased mother.
Someone might have a different take on it that’s all I can come up with. I don’t agree with it at all it’s shocking but if you poke the bear don’t be surprised when it attacks back.
That's what I ws going to say. I think he's mistaking education tor intelligence!thank you, Eton, Sandhurst and the finest education money can buy.
I never made any comparison between how offensive the cartoon is versus the book. I said I didn't agree that Harry brought this on himself. I understand that the cartoon was drawn because he's in the news at the moment because of the book but I still don't think he brought it on himself. It's a reaction that's totally out of step with every other reaction to the book that I've seen which rightly focusses on Harry and the events discussed in the book.I didn’t say it did, a Tattler asked if anyone knew what the wording on the sketch said in English, I responded. I clearly state it‘s shocking and gave my opinion nothing more but how are you not as offended/disgusted about the hurt Harry will have caused many innocent people, including the loved ones of those he killed and those he mocks in his book? Just because he has a royal title in my eyes makes him no better than anyone else.
Is Diana in Heaven actually sat with Step-Granny Barbara and working out the royalties?Second date with Meghan
This time I was already there—waiting. Smiling. Proud of myself. She walked in, wearing a pretty blue sundress with white pinstripes. She was aglow. I stood and said: I bear gifts. A pink box. I held it forward. She shook it. What’s this? No, no, don’t shake it! We both laughed. She opened the box. Cupcakes. Red, white and blue cupcakes, to be exact. In honor of Independence Day. I said something about the Brits having a very different view of Independence Day from the Yanks, but, oh, well. She said they looked amazing. Our waitress from Date One appeared. Mischa. She seemed genuinely happy to see us, to discover that there was a Date Two. She could tell what was happening, she got that she was an eyewitness, that she’d forever be part of our personal mythology. After bringing us a round of drinks she went away and didn’t return for a long time. When she did, we were deep in the middle of a kiss. Not our first.
Meghan, holding my shirt collar, was pulling me towards her, holding me close. When she saw Mischa she released me immediately and we all laughed. Excuse us. No problem. Another round? Again the conversation flowed, crackled. Burgers came and went, uneaten. I felt an overwhelming sense of Overture, Prelude, Kettle Drums, Act I. And yet also a sense of ending. A phase of my life—the first half?—was coming to a close. As the night neared its end we had a very frank discussion. There was no way round it. She put a hand to her cheek and said: What’re we gonna doooo? We have to give this a proper go. What does that even mean? I live in Canada. I’m going back tomorrow! We’ll meet. A long visit. This summer. My summer’s already planned. Mine too. Surely in the whole summer we could find one small spot of time. She shook her head. She was doing the full Eat Pray Love. Eat what now? The book? Ah. Sorry. Not really big on books. I felt intimidated. She was so the opposite of me. She read. She was cultured. Not important, she said with a laugh. The point was, she was going with three girlfriends to Spain, and then with two girlfriends to Italy, and then— She looked at her calendar. I looked at mine. She raised her eyes, smiled. What is it? Tell me. Actually, there’s one small window… Recently, she explained, a castmate had advised her not to be so structured about her summer of eating, praying and loving. Keep one week open, this castmate said, leave room for magic, so she’d been saying no to all kinds of things, reserving one week, even turning down a very dreamy bike trip through the lavender fields of southern France… I looked at my calendar and said: I have one week open as well. What if they’re the same week? What if? Is it possible? How crazy would that be? It was the same week.
Prince Harry, The Duke of Sussex.
All a bit ...colonial for two British Princes to be fighting over who is going to save Africa first!Africa and Invictus, these had long been the causes closest to my heart. But now I wanted to dive in deeper. Over the last year or so I’d spoken to helicopter pilots, veterinary surgeons, rangers, and they all told me that a war was on, a war to save the planet. War, you say? Sign me up. One small problem: Willy. Africa was his thing, he said. And he had the right to say this, or felt he did, because he was the Heir. It was ever in his power to veto my thing, and he had every intention of exercising, even flexing, that veto power. We’d had some real rows about it, I told Teej and Mike. One day, we almost came to blows in front of our childhood mates, the sons of Emilie and Hugh. One of the sons asked: Why can’t you both work on Africa? Willy had a fit, flew at this son for daring to make such a suggestion. Because rhinos, elephants, that’s mine! It was all so obvious. He cared less about finding his purpose or passion than about winning his lifelong competition with me. Over several more heated discussions, it emerged that Willy, when I’d gone to the North Pole, had sadly been resentful. He’d felt slighted that he hadn’t been the one invited. At the same time he also said that he’d stepped aside, gallantly, that he’d permitted me to go, indeed that he’d permitted all my work with wounded soldiers. I let you have veterans, why can’t you let me have African elephants and rhinos? I complained to Teej and Mike that I’d finally seen my path, that I’d finally hit upon the thing that could fill the hole in my heart left by soldiering, in fact a thing even more sustainable—and Willy was standing in my way. They were aghast. Keep fighting, they said. There’s room for both of you in Africa. There’s need for you both.
Prince Harry, The Duke of Sussex.
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