The sadness we all feel surrounding the train-wreck demise of our noble Prince Andrew seems to be rolling down the tracks to a precipice from which there may be no scrambling back from. His meany older brother of a King, if ‘palace insiders’ are to be trusted, is going to cut his financial bollocks off and gently push him from his modest dwelling The Royal Lodge in downtown Windsor.
Many keen monarchists will argue that this is grossly unfair; his only own-goal was not being able to keep it trousered when confronted by some 17 year old sex-trafficked pussy. History might suggest that this is simply some genetic blip, and most members of his clan have been down this dusty road without losing their shooting estates or big medals. His older brother isn’t exactly a thermometer for moral hygiene and his younger brother is only on the high ground as he’s a thicky who couldn’t get a hand-job in a brothel if he had a tenner tied round his tadger. His sister has seen more horses cocks than human ones; and his father was, allegedly, a ‘bit of a rake.’
His ruination and future life in a bedsit off the Caledonian Road will be something to behold, as his navy pension is less than an Aldi salary. I for one think it a cruel way to treat a man who has single-handedly kept 2,678 journalists in lunches and Sauvignon Blanc for many years…
