Prince Harry

Prince Harry left one thing out of his recent and candid interview with the British press, from his station at Camp Bastion in Afghanistan.

And that’s an explanation for why it’s OK for us to revel in the details of his current life “protecting queen and country,” but at the same time keep our noses out of the really juicy stuff. Like for instance, his naked romp in Las Vegas last year, and all the details of his sister-in-law’s pregnancy.

“There should be a certain amount of privacy that one should expect,” Captain Wales, as he’s known by his comrades, told the British documentary film crew on location in Afghanistan.

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At about the same time last week that news broke a French magazine was about to publish some topless photos of the Duchess of Cambridge an American actress of the rising-star variety “accidentally” Tweeted a naked picture of herself.

It probably says a lot about how big a gulf the Atlantic Ocean really is. While the immediate and unanimous reaction to the Kate pictures has been condemnation and disgust that a private holiday with her husband was infiltrated and exploited in such a manner, across the ditch Alison Pill and her boyfriend both laughed off her self-inflicted breach of privacy.

The biggest difference between the two cases, of course, is that the Duchess quite reasonably thought she was alone with her husband, unaware that more than a kilometre away a grub with a giant telephoto lens was crashing their private party.

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My parents only ever had two reasons for sotto voce exchanges. Those secret impassioned conversations always ended when I entered the room with them shaking their heads, unable to contain one final utterance, “A complete disgrace. Ruining the family name.”

So, either my sister had gone among the Macedonian boys again, or Princess Margaret had been snapped with a new suitor.

Mick Jagger, David Niven, Peter Sellers, Keith Miller, Roddy Llewellyn, rock star, actor, actor, sportsman, photographer, tinker, tailor, soldier, toyboy. The woman’s ever-present fag and sleepy eyes looked appallingly post-coital. And the presses ran overtime and the photographers camped cold nights in hawthorn hedges and Princess Margaret became the dark star of a theatre in which the great unwashed passed judgment on Royalty.

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Prince Harry failed centuries of royal tradition last week. Badly.

Take the tale of another British prince who was also rather fond of the ladies. Too fond of the ladies. He chased them after lunch and after dinner. Well, he waddled after them, anyway.His list of dalliances reads like a who’s who of socialites and actresses. He did much for French-Anglo relations, some of it while plonked on a siege damour, or a love seat, from where he would ravish one or more prostitutes at a time.

To glimpse the chair now is to vomit in your mouth.

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There were starkly different reactions in Britain and Australia to pictures of his regal redness Prince Harry in naked frolic with a woman.

It had nothing to do with prudery.

The British and ourselves know that fornication has been a hobby of royalty for generations and certainly Harry could have learned a thing or two about a bit of below-stairs action from his father. Or his step-mother.

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US Celebrity news website TMZ has a deliciously succinct three word poll today. It reads, quite simply: Harry. Awesome? Disgraceful?

After tens of thousands of reader responses, “Awesome” is winning by a ratio of around 70:30. This confirms something Australians have felt instinctively for some time, which is that the day of the stodgy royal is over. We don’t want beefeaters, we want beefy young blokes with lusty appetites.

The world has changed since the merest sighting of a begloved royal sent us into apoplexy. We still want them to reign over us, or some of us do, but we want them real. When Harry is done inspecting the royal guards and helping the victims of landmines, he’s perfectly entitled to have a nude romp in Las Vegas. In fact, many of us expect nothing less.

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