▪ HIS account of losing his virginity to an older woman in a field has been described as ‘Jilly Cooper-esque’,

while his description of what he does with his mother’s favourite Elizabeth Arden cream for frostbite is not fit for a family paper. But Prince Harry’s memoirs would have been more memorable had his ghostwriter chosen poetry, says Anthony Joseph, who has just won the £25,O00 T.S. Eliot poetry prize. ‘I wish him all the best,’ he tells me at the award ceremony at the Wallace Collection in London. ‘But he should have told his situation in a series of sonnets.’