A Granny Day Out

‘YOU know how it is. There you are all dressed up in your sexy uniform ready to parade before the masses when you notice your grandma in the audience.

Thankfully, Prince Harry has not been inspired by his recent trip to a lap dancing club to embark on a career in the performing arts – his smartly pressed uniform comes equipped with shiny brass buttons and not a Velcro quick-release system.

But Harry still needs to be checked out by grandma. As Head of the Armed Forces, granny has arrived at Sandhurst Academy to inspect the latest batch of graduates, including the third-in-line to the throne.

The Mirror has a shot of this tense meeting. It notices a bead of sweat on Harry’s stiff upper lip. His dress is “immaculate”. He is as disciplined as the other 218 young officers about to start life as professional soldiers.

Attention! Here comes Her Majesty. Granny pauses in front of her kin. The Mail cocks an ear at the ensuing exchange. “Here’s a face I recognise,” she says. Harry doesn’t reply. His face glows as red as a guardsman’s jacket and he grins.

Though not as quick on her pins as she once was, granny does eventually reach the end of the line, and Harry becomes an Army officer. The 21-year-old is now a Second Lieutenant.

And free to strip off his uniform and join girlfriend Chelsy Davy at the lavish passing out ball.’

Posted: 13th, April 2006 | In: Tabloids Comment | TrackBack | Permalink