…eekends are par for the course — like popping into your local branch of KFC for some chicken wings. The interview actually took on the character of a spoof at times, it was so toe-curlingley embarrassing — watching this big bag of useless royal wind sitting there with his chin hanging over his collar like a latter day Jay Gatsby, blinking like a man who’d just emerged into the light after decades spent in the darkness of a world of obscene luxury and self-gratification, his eyes those of a man who’d spent too many late nights in the world’s fleshpots.
