Royals’ prime-time meltdown

Royals’ prime-time meltdown, by Janet Albrechtsen. On his recent interview.

A lot of blinking in his answer at 0:22. Hmmm.

The 59-year-old prince tried to convince his British subjects, and people in every commonwealth country, that the Queen’s second eldest son stayed at the houses of Jeffrey Epstein, a pedophile who trafficked hundreds of young girls for sex, travelling on his private planes, staying on his private island, but he saw absolutely nothing untoward. …

So, what insane level of hubris led Andrew to think he would emerge from an interview with Maitlis looking better than he did going into it? His advisers told him it was a “bad idea”. One quit over Andrew’s decision to proceed. …

The Prince’s hubris, his risible excuses to explain away his involvement in or knowledge of child sex trafficking, makes one hanker for the quaint royal scandals of the 1980s and 90s, heartbreaking adultery, humiliating exposes of a future king yearning to be his lover’s tampon, and Fergie having her toes sucked in Saint Tropez. …

It is hard to settle on the worst moment, given every question solicits an answer more incredulous than the last. But first must go to the prince’s excuses for a four-day house party at Epstein’s New York mansion after Epstein was convicted of child sex offences, jailed, then released.

The poor bugger, who apparently has to couch surf due to his meagre royal wage, said it was “convenient” to stay there. He broke off the friendship during a walk in the park with the sex offender. But not one to turn down a free meal either, the eighth in line to the throne stayed as a guest of honour at a dinner party.

Apropos of nothing, from the Naked Vicar Show:

They had read the story of a cleric who had been found dead of a heart attack, naked in a European brothel … The official story given to the press was that the priest had answered a telephone call from a distressed parishioner and had run all the way to the address on the other side of town, causing him to overheat. When he arrived, panting, at his destination, he had been forced to remove all his clothes.

I wonder what Epstein says about it? Oh, that’s right…