You may think Prince Harry is accident prone. After all, it was only a year or so ago that he thought it was a wheeze to dress up in Nazi uniform and parade before the cameras. Now, just before he goes off to Iraq, he's out on the town getting blind drunk. But the real howler is from his blue-blooded spokesman who described the behaviour:
"He was out with friends and on the way out of the nightclub he stumbled on the kerb and fell on the photographer."
Rather like the many clients of mine who, when accused of assault, came up with similar drivel. "No sir, he just ran onto my fist!"
Where do they get these clowns from?
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