Xmas Reviews: A Right Royal Tosser

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They say love is blind, but had the Queen been to Specsavers, she might have spotted quite how awful, sleazy and deeply stupid her favourite son is. Prince Andrew’s life began promisingly enough: blessed with good looks and an innate confidence, he was the apple of his mother’s eye.

  However it was all downhill from there; author Nigel Cawthorne maps this steep descent in his book, Prince Andrew: Epstein, Maxwell And The Palace.

In spite of Randy Andy mania (at one point this royal babe magnet’s teenybopper pulling powers outstripped the Beatles) and being so spoilt for choice, he chooses to marry frumpy Fergie. It must have been a meeting of minds because they were as dodgy and profligate as each other. Yet it was only one of umpteen misjudgements. In the course of his lacklustre naval career his presence on board HMS Invincible during the Falklands war only endangered his fellow seamen further by making it a more attractive target for General Galtieri. Appropriately he was later posted to HMS Brazen. His unprincipled time as the UK’s international trade envoy followed, blowing whichever way an oligarch or despotic dictator beckoned. Small wonder then, that he was such easy prey for the likes of Jeffrey Epstein who ran rings round this arrogant royal tosser. Cawthorne’s description of his abysmal behaviour and sleazy association with Ghislaine Maxwell and Epstein is unsparing. It culminates in the catastrophic Newsnight interview with Emily Maitlis, where Andrew is hoisted on his own petard by his stratospheric arrogance and his selfish, uncaring indifference to others. An absorbing and compelling read, although it could have done with a better edit and the second half seemed a bit of a rushed job.
Nigel Cawthorne; Prince Andrew: Epstein, Maxwell And The Palace; Gibson Square Books; hardback; 304 pages;