Tom Quinn’s revelations about Harry’s old Etonian and army friends refusing to visit because they can’t get along with Meghan, I nearly fell off my chair laughing. Not because it’s funny—it's actually tragically sad—but because it’s exactly what happens when you let a former actress with delusions of grandeur dictate your entire life.
Think about it for a moment, my loyal viewers. These aren’t just any friends we’re talking about. These are people who have known Harry since his school days, who served alongside him in the military, who stood by him through thick and thin. And now they’re staying away because they can’t stomach dealing with his wife? If that doesn’t tell you everything you need to know about the situation, I don’t know what will.
Let’s talk about those rose-tinted spectacles that Quinn mentions, as this is particularly telling. Of course, Harry is looking back at his old life with nostalgia; his current situation is a complete disaster. He’s gone from being one of the most beloved members of the royal family to a guy who has to do fake surfing photo shoots in kiddie pools. How the mighty have fallen!
And speaking of falling, can we discuss how quiet the usually loudmouth Sussex camp has been lately? These are people who typically can’t keep their mouths shut for five minutes, who need to insert themselves into every conversation. But now? Cricket. It makes you wonder what’s really going on behind those Montecito gates, doesn’t it?
Let’s reflect on Prince William’s warning to Harry before the wedding. Remember when our future king tried to tell his brother to slow down and get to know Meghan better? But no, Harry wouldn’t listen. And now look—one of Harry’s oldest friends, Skippy, is saying, “We’ve lost him.” Well, Skippy, welcome to what the rest of us have been saying for years.
What really gets me about all this is the complete transformation of Harry. This was a man who was beloved by everyone who knew him: his friends, his family, the public. Everyone loved Harry! He was the cheeky prince, the soldier prince, the people’s prince. And now he’s reduced to being Meghan’s lapdog, alienated from everyone who truly cared about him.
Let’s discuss Jackman getting ghosted after criticizing that embarrassing memoir, *Spare*. First of all, what kind of friend would Harry be if he didn’t listen to honest feedback from people who care about him? But in typical Sussex fashion, anyone who doesn’t blindly support them gets cut off. It’s classic controlling behavior, isn’t it? Isolate your target from anyone who might challenge your influence.
Richard Eden’s comment about Harry doing a lot of damage to those old relationships is the understatement of the century. He hasn’t just damaged them; he’s practically destroyed them. And for what? To please a woman who clearly sees him as nothing more than a ticket to fame and fortune.
The part that really breaks my heart—and I know it breaks yours too, my loyal viewers—is hearing Rebecca English say that people are genuinely disgusted by what Harry has done since leaving the royal family. These aren’t random people; they are individuals who loved him, who supported him, and who would have done anything for him. And he’s thrown it all away for what? A controlling wife and a failed Hollywood career?
Now they’re apparently buying property in Portugal, running away from their problems again. Because that worked so well when they fled from Britain. Here’s a newsflash for the Sussexes: your problems aren’t geographical. You can’t solve them by moving to a new country. The issue isn’t where you are; it’s who you are.
And let me tell you, those rumors of Harry surfing in a kiddie pool? Could there be a more perfect metaphor for what his life has become? From serving in Afghanistan and creating the Invictus Games to staging pathetic photo ops in a paddling pool—it’s like watching a Shakespearean tragedy, but with more PR stunts and less dignity.
You know what really strikes me about all this? The absolute silence from the Sussex camp. These are people who usually have their PR machine working overtime, spinning every little thing into a dramatic narrative of victimhood. But now? Nothing. It’s almost as if they finally realize that nobody’s buying their nonsense anymore.
And can we talk about how telling it is that Harry’s old friends warned him about Meghan? These aren’t people with an agenda; they’re not jealous rivals or hostile media. These are individuals who genuinely cared about Harry’s well-being and saw something concerning in his relationship with Meghan. They tried to warn him, but like a teenager infatuated with their first crush, he wouldn’t listen.
The comparison between his old life and his new one is just devastating. He used to have a tight-knit group of loyal friends, a close relationship with his brother, and a meaningful role in one of the most important institutions in the world. Now? What does he have? A wife who seems to control his every move, two kids he hasn’t seen for a month, and a series of failed media ventures.
Let’s be honest here: when your old school friend says Meghan has changed Harry too much and “we’ve lost him,” that’s not just a casual observation. It’s a cry of pain from someone watching their friend being systematically isolated and changed beyond recognition. It’s exactly what we’ve all been witnessing. But imagine how much more painful it must be for those who knew the real Harry.
Speaking of the real Harry, where is he? The man who occasionally surfaces for carefully staged photo ops or Netflix documentaries isn’t the Harry we all knew and loved. That Harry had a spine. That Harry had opinions of his own. He wouldn’t let anyone control him—not even his own family. But this new version? He’s nothing but a puppet, dancing to whatever tune his wife decides to play.
What’s particularly tragic about all this is how Harry’s memoir, Spare, has burned so many bridges. Jackman and others tried to tell him what a terrible idea it was, but did he listen? Of course not! Because when you’re under the influence of someone like Meghan, you don’t listen to reason; you only hear what feeds into your victim narrative.
Now, let’s discuss that question at the end of the article: Is Harry in rehab, surfing, or regretting his decision to become the second husband of a former basic cable actress? Well, my dear viewers, I think we all know which option is most likely. The regret must be eating him alive, especially now that his Hollywood dreams have turned into Hollywood nightmares.
What really gets me is how predictable this all was. Remember when Meghan first came on the scene? Many of us warned that she would isolate Harry from his friends and family. We were called all sorts of names for saying it: racist, sexist, xenophobic. Well, look who’s been proven right—every single prediction has come true and then some.
The fact that these old Etonian and army friends won’t even visit speaks volumes. These are people who went through some of life’s most formative experiences with Harry. They shared classrooms, battlefields, and life’s ups and downs. And now they won’t even visit because they can’t stand his wife? If that’s not a red flag, I don’t know what is.
Let’s consider the timing of all this: Harry’s been gone from Montecito for almost a month, right after all the media ventures have started falling apart. Right after they’ve been publicly mocked on shows like South Park and Family Guy. Right after they made the Hollywood Reporter’s biggest losers list. Coincidence? I think not.
The silence from the Sussex camp is particularly telling. Usually, they’d have their PR machine working overtime to spin this into another “poor us” story, but they’re quiet—too quiet. It’s almost as if they realize that nobody’s buying their victim narrative anymore, as if they finally understand that you can only cry wolf so many times before people stop listening.
And here’s what really breaks my heart, my loyal viewers: watching what’s happened to Harry’s relationship with William. These were two brothers who were inseparable, who supported each other through the loss of their mother, who had each other’s backs through thick and thin. And now? They can barely be in the same room together—all because Harry chose to believe his wife’s narrative over his own brother’s concerns.
Isn’t it ironic? Meghan supposedly wanted privacy and freedom from the royal family’s constraints. Well, congratulations! She’s got her wish. They’re so isolated now that even Harry’s oldest friends won’t visit. That’s some kind of freedom, isn’t it?
And let’s talk about that rumor of a house in Portugal—another escape plan in the works? Because that worked so well when they fled to Canada, then to Tyler Perry’s house, and finally to Montecito. Here’s a newsflash for the Sussexes: you can run from country to country, but you can’t escape the consequences of your own actions.
The contrast between Harry’s old life and his new one couldn’t be starker. He used to be surrounded by loyal friends, supported by a loving family, respected by the public. Now? He’s isolated in Montecito, controlled by his wife, mocked by the media, and apparently missing in action for a month. Is this what he thought freedom would look like?
To all my loyal viewers who’ve been following this saga from the beginning, we saw this coming, didn’t we? We knew that isolating Harry from his friends and family was part of the plan. We knew that eventually, even his closest friends would get fed up with the constant drama and manipulation. And here we are.
Meanwhile, look at William and Catherine. They’re surrounded by loyal friends, supported by family, respected by the public, and carrying out their duties with dignity and grace. That could have been Harry’s life too if he hadn’t fallen under the spell of a former actress with delusions of grandeur.
But reality has a way of making itself known, doesn’t it? The failed Netflix shows, the collapsed Spotify deal, the memoir that alienated his remaining friends, the public mockery, the Hollywood rejection—it’s all adding up. And now even his oldest friends won’t visit because they can’t stand his wife? If that’s not a wake-up call, I don’t know what is.
Remember, folks, this is what happens when you choose Hollywood fantasies over royal reality. When you trust a manipulative actress over your own flesh and blood. When you throw away genuine friendships for a woman who sees you as nothing more than a ticket to fame and fortune.
