
He is living proof that oversharing and introspection can make your problems a whole lot worse.
Following the publication of Prince Harry’s colourful memoir, Spare, we might wonder whether he is the first person in history to kiss-and-tell on himself. The Duke’s well-publicised desire for privacy does not sit easily with his book’s many intimate confessions, some of them tragic, many of them tawdry. Like flies on a sun-kissed wall at one of his Montecito therapy sessions, millions of readers worldwide have now basked in Harry’s detailed revelations. He has long advocated talking positively about mental health. But now his revelations are raising many questions about the success, or otherwise, of psychotherapy.

A photograph that the family of Ghislaine Maxwell believes discredits the Duke of York’s accuser has been made public.
The Duke of York has been told he can no longer use his suite of rooms at Buckingham Palace, having previously been forced to close his office there, it was reported last night.







This is the most annoying book I have read in a long time. Even the bio on the first page is annoying. The Duke of Sussex, it says, is ‘a husband, father, humanitarian, military veteran, mental-wellness advocate and environmentalist’. I’m surprised it didn’t add ‘He / him’. Environmentalist? Mother Nature might have something to say about that. The man who once flew in a private jet to a Google camp in Sicily to speak about climate change, and who snorted ‘No one is perfect’ when a hack had the temerity to point out that 60 per cent of the flights he takes are on private jets, is now putting ‘environmentalist’ in his actual bio? Now that’s chutzpah. Or gaslighting. 

