Attenshun! Stand by your beds! Here’s Harry, the wayward prince pictured (for NEW, the girlie mag) with so much equipment, the tools of war, the wonder is that he can get his Apache chopper off the ground. No doubt they were impressed.
Instead of patrolling the hoity-toity hostelries of Mayfair and Kensington, why don’t you (it’s you I’m talking to, Prince Harry, do you hear me?) come up and regale the ladies in what’s left of Rose Street’s bars with your tales of derring-do, of how you, virtually single-handed, tormented the Taliban?
Best not to cross Harry when he’s in a bad mood. The soldier in him is saying: “Take a life to save a life. That’s what we revolve around, I suppose. If there’s people trying to do bad stuff to our guys, then we’ll take them out of the game.”
My pin up girl
Try as she might, Angela Rippon, TV’s first female newsreader, can’t rid herself of her enduring image. Everybody will forever remember her for her legs as she pranced and danced for Morecambe and Wise.
Would any of the current crop of newsreaders dare do a Rippon? Then again, do we have a Morecambe and Wise-style platform, today given over to stodgy stand-ups incapable of fronting prime-time productions on their own.
Now c’mon Angela! Time we had another gander at those pins, still wonderfully presentable at 68, we have to imagine.