So here we are, on our favourite subjects of the Royal family and prejudice. Brilliant. Love both of them. And then they combine, so sweetly, coincide, so perfectly… in Meghan.

Very few people ever admit to being racist. And the ones who do generally belong to Combat 88, the Not-very-nice-Nazi-ish Party, UKIP or other right-wing type organisations. The rest of us claim no racism whatsoever, no prejudice for colour, creed, gender (other than the really confusing ones, everyone hates them), religion or class. And on a conscious level we may be completely correct.

But there is always a degree of stereotyping, when hearing stories on the news. ‘Oh, that’s typical’, kind of internal, visceral almost, reactions that everyone has in certain circumstances. And that is how we define ‘racism’ or ‘sexism’, by the views no-one says or states, but are inherently there. We all have such thoughts. It’s not a perfect world.

And thus my own personal prejudice. And Meghan Markle/Windsor/Sussex. Oh no, its nothing to do with her (mixed) race, nothing at all. But its all to do with her being a ‘babe’.

You see, I just can’t help but unconsciously wanting to find good in her. Because she looks so fab, I can’t see the bad. Or I see it and try to justify it, without even realising. I’m prejudiced towards her, rather than against, like everyone else in the world seems to be. Me and Harry; her sole defenders. Piers Morgan would have her strung up and pilloried. Another good reason to love her. Maybe I have a thing for Canadians? I am married to one. Who knows? But being a fair, decent and never prejudiced kind of uber-mensch, I will always love Meg. Until she gets really fat, old and ugly, obviously.

But after all, I’m just a man.

Happy Friday

A xxxx