Looking back on the Queen’s 1992 ‘annus horribilis’, the events involved – though surprising at the time – seem almost staid now. The wife of her favourite son was photographed canoodling with an American. Her daughter divorced. Her daughter-in-law was the co-creator of a frank book about the sorrows of her marriage to the Queen’s eldest son, and to top it off, Windsor Castle burnt down.
There’s a whiff of Sunset Boulevard about the isolated pair as they flail around wondering where to go next
Three decades on, there’s a marked difference between the Queen’s awful year and that of her grandson, Prince Harry. The Queen’s year might have happened to anyone who had a bit of bad luck and a lot of castles. Harry and Meghan’s ‘annus horribilis’ is the direct result of them being, as that Spotify exec said, ‘fucking grifters’.
Last year, when the ‘grifters’ remark was made, we all thought the Sussexes could go no lower.
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