Now here’s a tragic story. Katherine Jenkins, the Welsh opera singer and all-round super-babe (I mean that in the ‘she’s such’a luvverly gel’ way, nothing to do with any objectivity, misogyny, racism against the Welsh or any other way which people may find objectionable; even though she’s well worthy of all the above) flew to Rome. To sing for… The Pope!!! And British Airways lost her baggage. Which included the beautiful, opera-ish dress she was to wear for her performance. Which is not massively tragic, the Pope’s got lots of dresses, he’d lend her one, I’m sure, being ‘charitable’ and all that other Catholic stuff, but was sufficient to make the newspapers. Ok, sufficient to make it into the Mail on Sunday.

Whereas when BA lost my hiking boots somewhere between Heathrow and Inverness one summer, it didn’t even make it into the Hampstead and Highgate Gazette. Nor the Jewish Chronicle, even though I claimed ‘antisemitism’ as the cause of the loss, nor even in the Hampstead Garden Suburb newsletter. Though I appreciate that someone installing a new drain-pipe in a non-approved colour and the ensuing legal battle is far more important that ME GETTING WET FEET IN ULLAPOOL!!!!

But that’s the price of fame. You become newsworthy. Everything becomes newsworthy. Even losing a dress. You’re in Rome, FFS, buy a new one and send the bill to BA. Or claim on your insurance.

Yet Harry and Meg have courted the fame that they blame as the cause of all ‘the troubles’. The irony is not lost that they fled the country to avoid the press, then invited them into their home for 6 months to film their most intimate of feelings. And during the release of this ‘documentary’ by Netflix, ‘the Palace’ has been noticeably silent, regally restrained, royally pissed off, no doubt, but elegantly silent.

Then today in creeps a little article how ‘Meghan drama harmed the Queen’s health’. Oooohhhh. Not ‘Harry and Meg’s’, just hers. They didn’t mention what colour Meghan was, nor inquire ‘where she’s from’. But the implication, a very subtle form of ‘MURDERING FUCKING BITCH!!!’, is writ large. Doctors failed to explain whether this was done by osmosis or whether Meg actually has the power to accelerate cancer, which the Queen died from.

Yet there is a connection. And Netflix should issue a warning on the series: THIS PROGRAM MAY MAKE YOU GIVE UP THE WILL TO LIVE!

Football at 3. Getting into pre-match mode. By eating.

Happy Sunday

A xxxx