“Men will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest.”
I doubt there’s a subject of the former British empire who doesn’t thrill to the slowish train wreck that is the disintegration of the House of Windsor following the death of its flawless matriarch Elizabeth II.
“Men will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest,” so goes the quote.
King Charles’ son Prince Harry, the killer of twenty-five muslims gunned down from the safety of his Apache helicopter during his tour of Afghanistan (from his poignant memoir Spare), who married a Machiavellian former actor and divorcee, Meghan Markle, is the catalyst of course.
The pair hit the family with accusations of racism, wanton cruelty, feelings trodden on, hardships inflicted upon ’em etc via a Netflix series, Oprah confessional, the aforementioned weepy memoir, a thirty-one page witness statement tended to court during defamation proceedings (“Harry believes the Royal Family are a bunch of gullible fools being led through the noses by evil media forces they don’t understand, while only he and he alone is wise enough to put on his Goggles of Perception and see the Real Truth”) and various other channels.
By some genetic kink. surfing has a Prince Harry-lookalike in the form of Nathan Florence, the ginger-haired brother of US Olympian John John and who has been labelled “the world’s sexiest Only Fans star”.
In this edit from Florence’s recent vacation in Australia, the wildly popular Hawaiian-born surfer, who is twenty-eight and whose couronne of red hair is masked by the bleaching effects of sun and salt, knocks the surfing world for six at a wave that has a little whiff of Teahupoo about it.
“A rare combination of skill, courage and humility,” writes one fan. “You are the best by a wide margin.”