Yeah, grand that “the good Capt. Wales” has been blooded in the dispatching of middle-eastern bad guys…but, fast-forwarding a few years, should this ginger manage to get to the throne, would his Saxon savagery be loosed upon those of a Republican mindset in Belfast and Derry in his desire to keep a royal talon well-set in Northern Ireland?

Barring that, and seeing his brother get the crown, and thus set, in his then-middle-age, as a privy counsellor to the king, would he advise tolerating a loss of another dominion country and the further shrinking of the empire? (Scotland is getting uppity too, and eventually the Welsh Celts will want to climb up out of their mines and do for themselves as well. One’d figure that word would echo from Buckingham Palace of a desire to be rid, one-and-for-all, of the responsibility for “those troublesome Celts”.)

Or he could wind up the male version of Princess Margaret, plowing his way through the royal winecellar, chambermaids, and Brize Norton for a few booze-fueled helicopter crashes. Winding up, forty years from now, wheelchair-bound after losing legs, and sight, to diabetes, vomiting up his porridge on the starched shirtfronts of his doting attendants who’ve been pocketing pieces of the royal dinnerware for years.