Building Your Dreams: At Home or Away

Remortgage your home in London (where your government's policies made sure property prices are as inflated as possible) to buy one abroad and then claim the higher mortgage payments of the London home on expenses!

What a brilliant idea, how didn't I think of that before? (Obviously it's all still speculation....)

But not a bad idea to build the life of one's dreams...

Is anyone still listening?

Why doesn't someone tell him to shuddup?

The third in line to the throne has had it of Britain. And he wants to move to Africa "unless he is allowed to return to the front line".

A friend has said "he was going mad at Windsor and got to the point where he felt totally useless" (so much for the Daily Mail to pretend to like the Royals and then come up with "Windsor" and "useless" in the same sentence)

He would live "for six months of the year in Africa". We know he is capable of doing sandy Afghanistan. Will he do sandy Bazaruto?

"I generally don't like England that much", said the Prince, who apparently has returned from Afghanistan speaking Dari or Pashto given the number of "interpreters" trying to explain the public "not to read too deeply into Harry's comments"...

But Harry came back with a few other grudges:

Army rations: apparently they're rubbish.

The media says "Prince calls on Jamie Oliver" to sort it out...

Actually the media put those words into his mouth. The media ration, get it?...

Anyway, the prince says the soldiers are "really are fed-up with it", but aware of the genetic tendency in the family (grandfather's-wise) for slip-ups, Harry abides by the 10-second rule and adds: "food's food. There are people out in the villages who have got less stuff than us, so I suppose we should be happy with a corned-beef hash" and gets away rather well, I think.

Second grudge is: the post is pants.

I guess Windsor has a lucky postcode. Since the quality of the delivery you get really is a lottery.

I've never had it so bad as when I lived in W10. It's a lot better these days where I am now.

I imagine in Kabul the service is probably rather shoddy.

I shall, for Harry's sake, agree to a voluntary blackout.