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Raving Madness

by | 3rd, April 2006

‘RANDY guests. Braying Hooray Henriettas. Snogging. Chuck in some toe sucking and a round of golf and Princess Eugenie Windsor’s 16th birthday party could have been any evening at home with her mum and dad.

‘Would you like to come to my party?’

But, as the Sun says, Sarah Ferguson and Prince Andrew were not at their Sunninghill mansion when Eugenie’s friends started rocking up to the do. Like any good parents, they had paid for the party (£30,000 for the Pirates of the Caribbean-themed bash) and then left. “Have a great time – enjoy yourself,” were Fergie’s parting words.

Caterers arrived with chilled champagne. Parma ham and melon, chicken and ice cream, and all manner of traditional pirate grub was served. And the young boys and gels settled down at table.

This would be a rebellious party. The assembled “toffs” would use the wrong forks to eat their melon, sip water from wine glasses and rakishly undo their top buttons.

But some partygoers had other ideas. In keeping with the pirate theme, they smuggled strong grog into the venue. And very soon, as one onlooker says, things got “out of control”.

Guests began trawling the place looking for “BEDROOMS” for “drunken romps”. Some “PASSED OUT”, unable to take the booze. Others “VOMITED”. The property was “TRASHED”.

“To be honest,” says one boy, described as “grinning”, “it was the best party I’ve ever been to. Everyone got p*****d straight away.”

Might it be that Eugenie is just a typical British teenager, albeit in a tiara, not pregnant and unburdened by an Asbo?

Could be. But we don’t see Eugenie drink. We hear no tales of how she overdid the cherry brandy and became entwined with young toff unknown.

What we do learn is that she became worried when someone tried to get into her mother’s bedroom, which was locked. “She was clearly getting upset,” says another eyewitness.

And she had every right to be concerned. Party over and there are, as reported, stains on the carpets and cigarette burns on floors and furniture. A cleaner sees empty bottles and broken glass. “It was like a bomb had gone off,” says the char.

Not that one had. The house is still standing. Even if Eugenie and her pals aren’t…’



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