He always comes across as such a pathetically miserable creature though; it quite makes one pity the fellow.
Reading about British HiSo on the riviera in the '30s and post-war. The pair of them always hanging around like a bad smell, imposing themselves on (often reluctant) hosts, taking issue at the tiniest perceived slight, desperate to be the centre of attention and madly determined to hold onto the royal status and respect they were no longer due.
Ghastly people. Sad and miserable, nonetheless.
Misery is the proper condition for one who shirks his Holy duty as King, I'm afraid.
I'm listening to the latest Le Carré. The man is now a tiresomely leftist bore.
Is this the one where he starts banging on about how terrible Brexit is via his fictional proxy? Fúck that. I must admit I read a precis of it and binned any thought of getting it.