Is the jig up for Harry and Meghan? Is their post-palace life of getting rich from woke running out of steam? Has their grand plan to reinvent themselves as jetsetting dispensers of wisdom and virtue to the TV-watching, pod-listening little people hit a brick wall? Sure, they still have big deals, most notably with Netflix, which paid them millions to make a series about… themselves, natch. Harry’s book Spare sold loads. He has reportedly signed a three-book deal with Penguin Random House (oh God, spare us). But post-Spotify, their ‘media empire’ is looking shaky, says the Daily Mail. The loss of the pod will have been a ‘crushing blow’.

It strikes me that people are clocking just how repetitive the Sussex schtick is. What do they have to offer other than yet more tales of whipped-up woe from their years in the royal family? It’s the same thing every time. From that big Oprah interview they did to Harry’s self-pitying tome, from their Netflix show to their short-lived pod, all we ever get from these two is pantomime victimhood and sociopathic levels of navel-gazing. ‘It’s been tough’, Meghan will say, in a dress that probably cost more than your car. When folk are struggling to keep the lights on, when the price of every foodstuff has gone through the roof, do we really want to watch filthy-rich aristocrats in a mansion in Montecito weep yet again over how hard it is to be a royal?

[Why did anyone care in the first place? About any of the royals, but especially Duke Ingrate and his wife Duchess Consort Me-again? People apparently needed to validate their own victimhood through theirs, and discovered that the horrors of not having the Queen curtsey to the couple as a form of reparations for Harry’s tragic childhood and for Meghan’s sacrifice of her eventual career transition to Cinemax Late Night sorta paled in comparison to inflation and other lesser woes. A pox on the whole House of Windsor, but a doublepox to the House of Sussex. — Ed]