How refreshing it was to see Meghan join Harry in Dusseldorf at the Invictus Games, his wonderful sporting competition for injured veterans of the armed forces.
It was the first time in four months that Harry and Megs had appeared together at a formal event and their beloved performance told quite a different story to those rumors that their marriage was in trouble.
Although she arrived three days late, she received an enthusiastic welcome at the Games’ party from families and friends, apologizing and saying she was looking after the children at home, “having milkshakes , was shopping at school.
It made her look like any old American spun-at-home mom, which, for someone with nannies, security, and maids on hand, was a laugh-out-loud moment.
But this event had an emphasis on “family,” so it’s fair enough. She spoke of the importance of family in the rehabilitation of wounded soldiers – which is absolutely true. She proclaimed, “I’m really proud to be part of this Invictus family with all of you.”
And Invictus is certainly something to be proud of. But all these family discussions made me think. And his own family? I’m not talking about the Montecito branch with Harry and their children. I’m talking about her frail father Thomas, the man she turned her back on, who paid for her private education and looked after her when her mother Doria Ragland mysteriously disappeared for years during her childhood.
How refreshing it was to see Meghan join Harry in Dusseldorf at the Invictus Games, his wonderful sporting competition for injured veterans of the armed forces.
A father who has never even met his husband Harry or, heartbreakingly, his two grandchildren.
And what about the royal family she married into, the ones she accused in her vicious and calculating interview with Oprah Winfrey of being racist and cruel to her. The one who, since her marriage to Harry, has seen an insurmountable rupture between him and his brother William.
Not to mention his fractured relationship with his sister-in-law Kate and his father King Charles.
Indeed, this week was the first time that the royal family did not publish a birthday message for Harry.
When Meghan displays her virtue at Invictus and mentions the importance of family, I can’t help but think of the family members she looked down on. And I can’t help but think how hypocritical that sounds.
In a catastrophic world, long live the wacky “Ig Nobel” (geddit?) scientific prizes, which celebrate unusual areas of research. Like the boffins who studied the nose to see if both nostrils contained an equal number of hairs. The clippers are ready!
Around £2 billion was wiped from BP shares after boss Bernard Looney, 53, resigned after claiming he had not fully disclosed all his personal relationships with colleagues.
The real sin is that BP’s profits have more than doubled to £23 billion since Russia invaded Ukraine – while ordinary people had to choose between eating and heating themselves.
Expected to fetch £50,000 at auction, Princess Diana’s black sheepskin sweater – worn when she was newly engaged to Charles and painfully aware that her affair with Camilla was not over – has topped £885,000.
What kind of ghoul pays that much for a sweater worn by an innocent but clueless 19 year old?
It’s time for an heir, Kate
We all love the Princess of Wales, but didn’t Kate’s new mermaid hairstyle, featuring ever-so-long cascading curls, go a bit far?
She’s a beautiful woman with a pretty face and a stunning figure, so why distract from that?
We all love the Princess of Wales, but didn’t Kate’s new mermaid hairstyle, featuring ever-so-long cascading curls, go a bit far?
The last thing we want is for our style queen to be half woman, half hairdresser.
When asked on ITV’s This Morning what he regretted most about the death of his ex-wife Amy Winehouse, who would have turned 40 this week, Blake Fielder-Civil replied: “Almost All”.
He admitted introducing him to heroin when he was “a 20-something drug addict, so I had no idea how to get clean, let alone someone else who was a big cog in the machine of a label and there were vested interests.” in “Amy Keeps Playing.”
Blake has come clean about his role in Amy’s death, so perhaps it’s time for his friends, family and label bosses to do the same.
Sienna is a stupid belly!
Sienna Miller arrived at Vogue’s London Fashion Week party wearing a skimpy Schiaparelli bolero top and a bubble skirt worn low beneath her budding baby bump – she’s heavily pregnant with actor Oli’s child Green. Fine, but does anyone really care?
Wouldn’t a nice dress have been more flattering?
Sienna Miller arrived at Vogue’s London Fashion Week party wearing a Schiaparelli bolero top and a bubble skirt worn low beneath her burgeoning baby bump.
And it’s not a bit of a stretch to show off your belly like that – considering Demi Moore did it in 1991 on the cover of Vanity Fair.
Barbie star Margot Robbie comes forward to support striking actors and writers in Hollywood – as British film and TV crews demand furlough pay during the action, which has left them unable to pay their invoices.
Given that Margot will earn £40 million in salary and bonuses for Barbie, surely she should pay some of her squillions to the unsung minions who make her films so fabulous?
Former Foreign Office boss Simon McDonald told the BBC he was a strong supporter of Remain, that civil service staff were “in mourning” when the country voted for Brexit and that he posted “it was a good day” when Boris resigned. Proof that the Leftie Blob of WFH is no longer fit for purpose.
Angela Rayner promises that if Labor wins the next election, the party will “strengthen the role of unions” and scrap recent anti-strike laws requiring minimum services in transport, health and education.
A New Deal for Workers that could have been written by far left Jeremy Corbyn.
Rated two stars by our film critic Brian Viner and mocked by other critics, Kenneth Branagh’s latest Hercule Poirot film, A Haunting In Venice, is surely proof that he should shave off that stupid mustache and return to the provincial theater to which it belongs.
Who wasn’t shocked to see the first photos of Freddie Flintoff’s injuries after that horrific 130 mph car crash on Top Gear.
The three-wheeler he was in had no airbags and his wife Rachael was told “to expect the worst”. Yet Freddie survived and is back to help train young English cricketers.
We salute you Freddie, one of the greatest – and still going strong.
The dancers miss the pointe shoes
It is perplexing that two of our top ballet schools, including the Royal Ballet School, are accused of body shaming – which they deny.
Former dancers say they were told to “tone up,” — code, they say, for “you’re too fat.” Only in our waking world would dancers claim that it’s bullying to demand that they be fit enough to perform. Who wants to see The Dying Swan danced by a hippopotamus?
Lots of merriment in the Platell household as Strictly returns tonight.
Can Angela Rippon, 78, still do high kicks? My money is on ex-tennis star Annabel Croft, whose husband of 30 years, Mel Coleman, died of cancer in May. She’s trying to dance through her heartbreak — and millions of us will be with her every step of the way.
My moggie Ted was horrified to read a study claiming a vegan diet is beneficial to a feline’s health – especially after I gave him steamed spinach and lentils. Ted concluded that Professor Andrew Knight, who conducted the research, could only be a dog lover.
