Deconstructing Harry

It caused a furore all over the media and its mini-me, the blogsphere, but I was never going to get that worked up over Harry - the thick one - dressing up as a Plastic Nazi for some fancy dress party the other week. Truth be known, I guess I am a strange sort of Socialist, in that instead of foaming at the mouth when I see or read about Parasite Family Number One - otherwise known as the Windsors - I yawn rather than yell. That is why I sort of understand Nick Cohen's cynicism about the way that it has been reported in the media when, writing in yesterday's London Evening Standard, he offers the opinion that:

"Upper-class twit behaves like idiot isn't news and, in ordinary circumstances, the Prince Harry fuss would have died in a day. The Windsors have been remorselessly pounded because, with characteristic bad luck, the story broke after weeks of the media being forced to be serious about the tsunami.

In bulletin after bulletin they had to confront the great issue of human suffering, and hated it. This isn't what they want to do or are trained to do. At last the chance came to return to gossip, and the frustrated media's relief burst over the Prince like a tidal wave."