There’s a strange thing that happens when you make the acquaintance of somebody who happens to be very famous.
People want to know what they are like, but only if it tallies with the version of the famous person that they have created in their own head.
I mention this because about eight years ago I became friends with Prince Harry, and ever since life has been peppered with questions from people curious to know more about his character:
has he been brainwashed, is he intent on bringing down the monarchy, does he smell of money, and so on and so forth.
