The following’s from one with ears to Europe’s royalty, who has poured such juice before and not proven wrong. Lacking independent connection to London’s kings, queens or those who make aces of themselves, and minus Her Majesty’s personal cell number, I now report what’s reported to me.
Prince Harry and Mrs. Harry might get shipped to Africa as their semi-permanent home. Not because he mumbles he feels most happy and comfortable there and it’s his favorite place — as if the bush beats Bond Street. But recall history. The ’30s. The abdicated Duke of Windsor’s divorced American duchess who was a pain in the realm? They got bounced to the far-away Bahamas because they shook Buckingham. Too much stress. Press. Distress.
Same here. Now. Is what I’m hearing.
There is the Harry and brother William problem. ‘Tis mumbled it’s all become a bit heavy for not-so-swift Harry. His onetime drama queen missus creates drama. Wanted to give birth at home, not in the as-always assigned hospital. No immediate photos of baby Archie as is palace routine. Not cutesy cozy with others of Buckingham’s high-class upper class, thus shoving far off to Frogmore. Used to spotlight, the wife’s not doing great playing a main attraction at the palace.
Members of Princess Diana’s former household staff see everything, know everything — tell everything. The Africa assignment, they say, could be “interesting.”
Stories keep coming. Like disliked is the new wife. Like Harry’s not thrilled with her lavish spending on designer clothes. Like his old-time, longtime buds do not adore Meghan. Like, forgetting all the p.r. hoo-ha, the whisper is banishment to Africa — where she becomes an extra, not a leading lady — could do them in.
Fortunately, Her Majesty has her corgis because some kinfolk have gone to the dogs. Harry wearing that Nazi uniform. Randy dandy Andy “shocked” that, despite photos with Jeffrey Epstein, anyone thinks he knew Jeffrey Epstein.
Like that son’s divorce from Duchess Fergie, whose toes were sucked by another. Like son Charles saying his mistress (now wife) was closer to him than Tampax. Like Princess Anne’s Page 1 love life.
Harry and his missus? Watch.
Hill to honor precious poet
Hillary will pay tribute to Pulitzer Prize and National Book Award winner poet Mary Oliver, who left us this year. She once wrote, “When it’s over, I want to say: All my life I was a bride married to amazement.”
It’s Sept. 23. The 92nd Street Y at 7 p.m. Mrs. Clinton will speak and read select poetry by Oliver. Participants include Eve Ensler and Maria Shriver. The event is free.
Please pay attention
Peter Sarsgaard, who is A+, and Rashida Jones, who is A+, are in IFC’s new film “The Sound of Silence.” It’s B- and out Sept. 13. Contemplative, quirky, the thing starts so slow that hair grew on my chin …
From Raoul Felder: “A Madison Avenue belt store requested my business card. Neither my partner, who was with me, nor I had any cards. We went outside to my driver. He had an engraved card.”
In some interview, Jennifer Lopez mumbled she likes to eat breakfast in the nude. Might Rice Krispies stick a J.Lo photo on the box and change their slogan to “Snap, Crackle and Pop Your Top Off?!”
Joked only in New York, kids, only in New York.