“WHO cares?” jeered some Labour sourpuss at a Jeremy Corbyn rally when Prince Harry’s engagement to Meghan Markle was announced.
Who cares, comrade? Are you serious, brother?
I would suggest that barring the odd Labour scrooge, hatchet-faced Guardian hack and BBC misery guts, just about everyone cares. That’s around 62 million of us.
Twenty years ago this nation’s heart broke when we watched a 12-year-old Prince Harry walk behind his mother’s coffin.
You would need a heart of granite and the imagination of a gnat to not wish that devastated little boy’s life to have a happy ending.
Watching Prince Harry grow up has not always been a pretty sight.
But he is gone now — that podgy party boy who fell out of swanky nightclubs, the Hooray Harry who wore a swastika armband to entertain his chinless chums.
In his place is a warm, compassionate and caring man — the Afghanistan veteran who founded the Invictus Games for injured ex-servicemen, the royal who does good work but never loses that twinkle in his eye.
Prince Harry today is a credit to his nation, his mother and himself.
To see him find a woman he is clearly totally crazy about is a source of joy for almost all of our people.
And what a woman.
Inevitably, Meghan Markle will be compared with the mother-in-law she never met.
But when Diana, above, died she was 36 years old — exactly the age Meghan is today.
When Diana became engaged to Prince Charles she was still a teenager, just four years older than the young Meghan who posed for a photograph outside Buckingham Palace 21 years ago.
When Diana married Charles, watched by a global audience of 750million, she was a blushing aristocrat of just 20.
Like some royal Michael Jackson, Diana never had a chance to grow up. But Meghan is a grown woman with a successful career and real life experience.
Her modest upbringing gives her some first-hand knowledge of how hard this world can be.
Meghan has qualities that will ensure the Royal Family is relevant to the next generation and the generation after that.
Everything that would once have counted against her — American, mixed race, divorced, older — now only seems to work in her favour.
Harry, about as smitten as I’ve ever seen a young chap, is lucky to have her. So are the Royal Family. And so are we.
The Queen is a living connection to our nation’s past, to the parents and grandparents who fought the Second World War and built a new country in the cash-strapped, rubble-strewn aftermath of war.
This new generation of royals are our flight path to the future.
The bond between the royals and our people has to be renewed with every generation.
If Harry and William had allowed their Hooray Henry tendencies to drift into dissolute middle-age, the Windsors would have soon been out of a job.
But with the poised, confident Meghan by Harry’s side, you can easily imagine a proud future for our Royal Family, who do not rule the people so much as reflect us.
It is impossible to imagine any British Prime Minister ever allowing their child to fight in a war.
But the Royal Family has no hesitation in putting their children in harm’s way — Andrew in the Falklands, Harry in Afghanistan.
The royals are in tune with the ordinary British people in a way that the likes of Blair, Cameron and Corbyn could never be.
And for the millions of us who have known the inside of a divorce court, or who have mixed-race children, or who come from places with no money, no contacts and no fast track to education, Meghan Markle feels as if she comes from the same kind of place.
In Meghan, a grown-up who is attempting to get love, marriage and family right second time around, many will see their own families reflected.
And it doesn’t hurt she has the star power of a 21st Century Grace Kelly.
Harry and Meghan are the shot in the arm we desperately need in these difficult, frustrating days when we often seem like hardly a nation at all, but two warring tribes divided over the defining issue of our time — Brexit.
But when I think of Meghan flashing her megawatt smile and her shiny new British passport, I can’t help believing there is good, glorious life in the old place yet.
Apparently even the corgis love Meghan.
Hell, don’t we all?
Make hell for Mansoor
Women Who Deserve To Go To Hell, written by Egyptian Mansoor Abdul Hakim, tells kids that women go to hell if they cut their hair, pluck their eyebrows or refuse to have sex with their husbands.
This woman-hating trash raises one of the great issues of our time.
How does a tolerant society deal with the intolerance of others?
ALEXANDRA BURKE has been called “beyond hypocritical” for wearing a fur-trimmed coat after posing naked for an anti-fur poster bearing the slogan I’d Rather Go Naked Than Wear Fur.
Alexandra apologised, pleading that she believed the £775 Canada Goose coat she wore when Strictly bowled up in Blackpool was fake fur.
So cut the girl some slack. She got it wrong and she said sorry.
But the debate about fur goes on.
The animal rights group Peta believes that “animals are not ours to wear” while Canada Goose, the maker of Alexandra’s coat, says it only uses “animals who have not been subjected to unfair practices”.
But every piece of fur that adorns some rich woman’s coat or cuffs was once the skin of a living animal.
If we could talk to the animals, they would ask: How fair can fur ever be?
But the last time I saw such a handsome old silver fox it was George Clooney, trying to flog me some coffee.
WHAT would make me vote Leave in 100 EU referendums is the total lack of respect that this country has been shown by the preening potentates of Brussels.
Now EU boss Michel Barnier accuses Britain of walking away from the fight against terrorism.
“Never had the need to be together been so strong,” said the Frenchman.
“Yet rather than stay shoulder to shoulder, the British chose to be on their own again.”
Monsieur Barnier should study some history.
From Napoleon to Hitler to Islamic State, the British have never run away from a fight.
If not for the blood sacrifice of the British and our allies, Monsieur Barnier would have grown up wearing lederhosen.
The British helped to free France when the French could not do it themselves.
If Barnier wants to fight terror, and prevent another mass slaughter in Paris, he should try tightening his country’s borders.
And to put that £44billion Brexit divorce bill into perspective, it is less than we spend on our foreign aid budget in four years.
I call that a bargain.
TWO Army dogs who saved thousands of lives in Afghanistan are to be put down next week.
If Belgian shepherds Kevin and Dazz were too dangerous to be rehomed, this would be sad but understandable.
But according to the Army handlers who know the dogs best, and who witnessed them sniff out countless Taliban bombs, the dogs are not a risk to humans.
And so the decision to put them down is obscene.
One look at the photograph of Kevin dozing peacefully in the lap of a soldier in Afghanistan, and you see the love these dogs still have to give.
Please sign SAS hero Andy McNab’s petition at change.org/saveveterandogs.
Kevin and Dazz do not deserve to be treated like trash that is left out for the bin men.
A peaceful old age feels like the least we can do for them.
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