should readers be wondering

about the fate of the professional Prince Harry lookalike mentioned in last month’s column — he’d fallen on hard times after the real Mr and Mrs Markle’s behaviour caused corporate work to dry up — I must now offer an alarming update. On recently returning to the west London pub garden where I’d first encountered him in the spring, I suddenly found myself confronted by the very same young gentleman. Apparently, someone had informed him he’d been a source of “mockery” in these very pages, prompting an incoherent rant about “invasion of privacy”! Umbrella poised throughout, (my celebrated stage combat skills once saw off Sylvester McCoy) I assured the potential assailant that this sorry, self-pitying performance was worthy of the deluded Prince himself … before tavern employees thankfully intervened.