Prince Harry should take pride in his ginger roots

Prince Harry may have complained that an official portrait made him look “too ginger”, but royal redheads have an illustrious heritage, writes Harry de Quetteville.

Prince Harry complains that portrait made him look too ginger. Prince Harry’s comments were made in an interview over the weekend during his visit to Barbados to launch the inaugural Sentebale Polo Cup.

Will the hounding of the Royal Family never cease? Just when you think that its noble members have suffered enough, yet another unflattering image appears in the press. To make matters worse, treasonous insult has this time been heaped upon the usual injury, with the image in question being “doctored” to exaggerate its humiliating nature.

via Prince Harry should take pride in his ginger roots – Telegraph.

Part One of the Jet-Set Hobo’s tour of British newspapers, and indeed of British cultural life.

Much ado about nothing you might say, yet the splendidly named Harry de Quetteville manages to wrest a few hundred well chosen words from the subject, even invoking the spirits of fellow regal carrot tops, Richard the Lionheart and Elizabeth I.

Which seems a good point of departure for a roam around the British dailies: The quite astonishing variety and multitude of newspapers which enhance the quality of life on these sceptred isles.

This will run and run; well, for the next week in any case. And so let’s begin with the Daily Telegraph, from which this story was pulled. Known colloquially as the Daily Torygraph, the paper represents a middle to high brow conservative readership. And so here they are, sticking to a subject they know is of vital importance to its clientele, which is to say anything to do with the British Royal family, whatever the level of trivia, of minutiae.

In their drawing rooms and in hushed tones, wrapped up in cashmere and corduroys, it is doubtless that Torygraph readers with names like Gervase and Jemima will scan de Quetteville’s article and murmur that as William ages, he resembles his father (Prince Charles) more and more; the same frown, the same bald spot where presumably, heavy would lie the crown.

Following this train of thought, comes the observation that Harry meanwhile shows no signs of balding, or manifesting the strains of responsibility.  The more racy Torygraph reader (young Rupert, upstairs in his bedroom, ogling toff totty Lucy Pinder on the internet) may comment that every day he looks more and more like, well, like Princess Diana’s lover, James Hewitt. (Although apparently the chronology is a bit out, and Harry was already a red-haired toddler when Hewitt and Diana began their liaison.)