Well, they are Germans

I love the story about "prince" Harry and his Nazi uniform. It says so much about our society, on so many levels.

One of those toff parties, for a start, where they behave as toffs always behave, as if they can do anything they fucking want. Cuts right through all that "people's princess" crap to the heart of the matter. And then there are the different levels of stupidity on display. First, I ask, what exactly has a nazi uniform got to do with the toff party theme of "colonial and native"? Bit of a stretch, or he's just too dumb to know what the theme means. Unless, of course, I'm just too dumb to know that "colonial and native" is toff-speak for "Africa."

And then, he knows who he is, he presumably has heard of the existence of cameras, digital cameras, compact digital cameras, camera phones, camcorders, disposable cameras, tabloid newspapers, chequebook journalism etc., and yet still chooses to dress as a nazi.

And then, natch, there's the "rolling news" style reaction, the endless repetition of the sketchy details, the whipping up into a frenzy, the po-faced correspondents, the outraged pundits, and the listener/viewer backlash, the navel-gazing analysis. Everybody's existence is justified for another day and we can forget about it until the Royal Bad Boy gets pissed again, or smokes another joint, or gets hazed at Sandhurts (sic). O joy.