Forget all the fanfare about the British royals and their century-old traditions. Forget the robin’s egg blue coats and trumpet fanfares and military uniforms. Forget even the gin and Dubonet cocktails that seem to serve almost like formaldehyde, in keeping them all well-preserved for posterity. At bottom, and at the end of the day, what they really are is horse-breeders. In choosing mates, their first concern is, will the prospective mate make good breeding stock? Even the smallest defect is cause for immediate, ruthless rejection. And so it has been with poor young not-to-be Prince Archie. Nothing personal, you understand; it’s just that brown and black are not appropriate colours for breeding stock. Next?
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