Fergie, more brass than a tuba

EVERYONE who’s planned a wedding will recognise the problem: whether to invite the awkward auntie ( or uncle), the one you just know is going to neck all the drinks, or snog the ushers.

Hence all the behind-thescenes Palace battles over whether to stop Fergie being invited to Harry and Meghan’s Big Day before the noble Prince stepped in to ensure Fergie will go to the ball.

Once again, this ex-royal with more brass than a tuba has got her way. But it beggars belief that anyone could be so self-centred.

Isn’t it enough that, despite her divorce from Prince Andrew, she still enjoys all the perks of being a royal, continuing to live at Royal Lodge, her ex-husband’s home in Windsor, without bearing any of the responsibilities attached to the privilege? And that the Queen has finally relented and welcomed her back to Balmoral, scene of her fall in 1992 when snaps of her cavorting in the South of France with her ‘ financial adviser’, John Bryan, emerged?

Ever since, Fergie has sought to have her cake and eat it, trading on her connections without stopping to think about the damage she does a Royal Family that has worked so hard to re-cast itself for the modern world. What makes matters worse is that she clearly has no respect for the institution she so enjoys milking: just last year she opened up Buckingham Palace to the Beckhams for a birthday party — all presumably to suck up to the celebrity she so desperately craves. If the woman had an ounce of good grace, she wo u l d politely decline Harry’s generous invitation. But I’m not holding my breath . . .