SIX years ago next week, the Jeremy Kyle Show was shut down forever after a man tragically took his own life.
It was a show, unmitigated poverty porn, featuring guests endlessly mocked and pilloried for airing their dirty laundry on national television.
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Prince Harry’s wild, lurid accusations – ones that just keep on coming – are worse than any two-toothed, tracksuit-wearing contestant in Jeremy Kyle history.
Yet, as a well-spoken, ex-Etonian in a tailored shirt, this fame-hungry, attention-seeking, Californian-dwelling Duke believes his laundry doesn’t stink.
That he can sell out his entire family, reveal intimate secrets and intricacies that should never be revealed.
It’s tacky, it’s cruel, it’s cheap and it is utterly demeaning to the British Royal family.
Not so much a kiss n’ tell, but a kick n’ tell.
Harry’s latest televised interview – on our national broadcaster, the very one which aired his grandmother the Queen’s funeral – is a new low.
Even for hypocrite Harry – a man who preaches about climate change before hopping on a private jet, who lives in an £11m Montecito mansion whilst campaigning about global poverty – his BBC chat is wild.
For a man who helped make the words “mental health” part of our national lexicon, apparently he has very little regard for the mental health of his cancer-stricken father.
By daring to speculate about how long King Charles has to live, he has surely broken the biggest taboo imaginable.
If the press dared to do similar – a rigid code of conduct ensures no journalist ever would – Harry would, quite rightly, be the first to moan.
To be fair to Harry, he cunningly and convincingly proved his hatred of the press by releasing this interview at 5pm on a Friday – just as editors nationally are putting papers to bed and contemplating a nice glass of rose.
Harry claims some members of his family will “never forgive him” for writing a book.
(He left out the £100m Netflix deal, the Spotify deal, and the Oprah appearance – the latter, of course, being where he called the royals a bunch of racists).
Overly-therapised Harry at one point says he’s “forgiven” his family.
Overly-therapised Harry
Those £120-an-hour sessions worth every penny!
Yet his anger is there for all to see. Otherwise, why not just put out a quiet statement on Instagram?
But no – Harry wanted maximum exposure, maximum impact, maximum damage.
My heart bleeds for Charles – a man brought up by his devoted, patriotic mother to never complain, never explain.
Our confusing antihero says he would love to “reconcile” with his seriously ill father.
What about his wife Meghan’s ailing father? Where’s his desire to help these two reconcile?
Prince Harry’s wild, lurid accusations – ones that just keep on coming – are worse than any two-toothed, tracksuit-wearing contestant in Jeremy Kyle history
Thomas Markle’s public bid for reconciliation – TV and newspaper interviews – was viewed as selling-out.
Yet our garrulous Prince is wilfully blind to the fact he has done the VERY SAME thing, only for more money.
Sure, this BBC interview proved a rare freebie from the canny grifter.
But clearly it’s part of a bigger game plan, the start of a desperate rebrand.
Harry has just lost a very costly, very humiliating five year court case.
He must now do a sharpish volte-face if he’s save himself in the court of public appeal.
Court of public appeal
Harry claims he is “devastated” after losing his battle over taxpayer-funded police bodyguards.
No wonder he’s devastated. He now faces £1.5m in legal costs; that’s another pesky two-parter podcast to shoot.
And without us forking out for his little jaunts – presumably the Duchess of Sussex might like to step foot, once, in the county to which she owes her very marketable name – harrumphing Harry reckons he may never touch down at Heathrow ever again.
(Well, of course not – he’s got private airfields for that).
“I can’t see a world in which I would bring my wife and children back to the UK at this point,” he mused, ponderously.
America, truly – you can keep him.
