Paul Burrell, Princess Diana’s ex-butler, just ripped the lid off what could be the first spark in that brotherly feud we can’t stop yapping about—and it all boils down to sausages. Young William scoring three sausages because he’s the golden boy who needs to “grow big and strong,” while poor Harry’s stuck with a measly two.
I mean, come on! Doesn’t that just scream everything we’ve been saying? The resentment started way back. Burrell, who kicked off as a Buckingham Palace footman at 18 before spending a decade with Diana, had a VIP pass to the William-Harry dynamic all through their 20s.
She spots a prince in the middle of an identity meltdown and jumps right on it. Author Tom Quinn dropped a gem, saying William just couldn’t wrap his head around what Harry saw in her. He loathed her vibe—especially her flipping out over shooting 300 pheasants a day. Are we shocked? This Cali actress struts into centuries of tradition, decides it’s all trash, and figures Harry needs saving from it.
That pheasant thing? It’s been aristocratic life forever, and now Harry’s acting like he’s too cool for it. Quinn says he’s ditched the 18th-century life his family’s still living—like honoring your roots is some kind of sin. William, Kate, Charles, and Camilla? They’re not backwards for sticking to heritage—they’re the real deal.
What we’re watching is Harry morphing from a fan-fave prince into some stranger—Mr. Lapdog, jumping through hoops for his Hollywood queen. The spare who couldn’t hack being second fiddle. Charles? Gutted. A dad who just wanted both boys to shine in the family gig.
Meanwhile, those two are powering through health scares, family chaos, and the weight of the crown like absolute bosses. That’s the difference—some get that privilege means duty; others just want the perks without the grind.
