Well, not with his little Mr. Mountbatten, anyway. He seemed to be happy with being set up with a 26-year-old, and let's face it, posing for a a photo with his arm around a 17-year-old in a London kitchen (isn't 16 legal there? At least for non-Muslims it is.)... well, that doesn't seem like it should have been worthy of much ado. The rest of the sexual is all just accusations. And Guffrie's likely in some sort of witness protection program, or so Baldur and I suspect.

I mean, paid sexual encounters has never appealed to me in the least, but when you think about it, how is a prince with limited game supposed to find a young lady on date night? It's not like he can just go out on the town.

OTOH, so WHAT if he and Charlotte often went to "watch Netflix & chill" in his private royal lodge across the way? The photo shoots were very artistic and tasteful. I would most vehemently defend Uncle Andy (as the local Windsor street-children affectionately call him) against any untoward accusations. I mean look at the wildly unhinged, fire-crotched dustbin-blaze he once married after all. Does that look like a man who doesn't know how to pick a fine and modestly dignified lady for a wife? I think not!

I do continue to swoon so over Charlotte, however. I plan to deliver that "Stop Getting Older Please" meme-cake to her shortly. The grass covers the field any day now, if not already. She has been such a wonderfully real little lady. She had her moments, like blowing a raspberry at the cameras, or the time the fat sweaty commoner shook her hand and she wiped it off on her skirt. But she has a keen sense of proper ettiquette as well, helping both her younger bro and her older (probably spectrum) king brother to navigate. She gets to do finishing school, I'd imagine. A rare thing these days. So no near-future nose hoops or green hair and tatts for Charlotte! She's doing just fine.

Oh time, my love-nemesis. Wilt thou ever grant me a darling so pure whom I can embrace for longer than that usual magical spring season?