Goodbye then, Your Royal Highness. You had it coming. You really did.
How a man of Prince Andrew’s repute and prestige managed to get involved with a scumbag like Jeffrey Epstein and then end up sleeping — or not, as he claims — with a minor — a rendezvous that the latter had himself organised — is the stuff riveting novels are made of. It is also gelignite-like material that can blow up an entire empire. Not to mention its dangerous potential to send a 98-year-old weak-hearted Prince Philip into cardiac arrest, or worse, forcing the Queen into conceding that watching