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Prince Harry

Royal knockout was before my time but this write up:

'It was much simpler back in the eighties, when the Windsors were mostly beloved, and more importantly, respected. Their faces were constantly gazing out of commemorative plates, with mums hoarding newspapers of anniversaries or engagements as a valuable commodity; the Beanie Baby retirement plan of the age. But there was still a distance between the monarchy and their humble subjects, which was to be bridged by a televised spectacle that’d make them relatable; that’d show they were capable of mucking about and having fun. The Grand Knockout Tournament — or as it would be known, It’s a Royal Knockout — was the brainchild of Prince Edward, the most prematurely balding of all the Royals, scratched out on the back of an envelope in the grounds of Buckingham Palace with It’s a Knockout host, and future Yewtree grab, Stuart Hall.'
 
its Royal Eastenders.
"How d'you get on with ginger face, babes?"

"Fack me Kate, you wouldn't believe it - I offered the cunt out and he only fell in the dog bowl"

"Do what?"

"Straight up. Anyway, silly bollocks got up, saying he'd call his fackin therapist... 'Do your worst, cunt' I says to him. 'Fack me bruv, you bin too long in Californ-i-ay, therapist this, getting in touch with your feelings that - get in touch with this!'
Then I kicked him up the arse and all the way down the whispering gallery"
 
Do you think Harry has given any thought to perhaps just shutting the fuck up already?
If he was a friend, I’d say “Hal, old boy, the ball’s in their court now. Take a step back and get on with your life. There’s no point in drinking poison and expecting the other person to die from it. Be the bigger man”.

But I’m not, so I hope he keeps digging.
 
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