Just when you begin to despair of anything happening to lift the gloom of January's twin threats of debt and wet, along comes HRH Prince Harry, third in line to the throne of the United Kingdoms of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, to bring some little joy to the masses. A friend of An Spailpín's once opined rather cruelly that the problem with HRH Prince Harry was that fate had seen to it that he got his father's looks and his mother's brains. His Royal Highness' latest gaffe, dressing up as a member of Irwin Rommel's Afrika Korps for a "Colonials and Natives" themed fancy dress party, makes the remark seem merely prescient indeed. What a clown that boy is.
