The story in the papers the next morning should’ve been about Prince Harry nearly being killed by a reckless pap. Instead it was about Prince Harry meeting and supposedly kissing a page-three girl, along with much frantic commentary about the horrors of the Spare dating…such a fallen woman. Third in line to the throne…dating her? The snobbery, the classism, was nauseating. The out-of-order priorities were baffling.
