Authors: Chris Hutchins
Beatrice got a similar response â although more gently put â when she went to William to see if he could help.
As for Andrew cleaning his act up, Charles had reminded his brother of the reports he had received some years earlier of his dubious activities in New York with some extremely rich friends: the paedophile Jeffrey Epstein and party girl Ghislaine Maxwell, daughter of the late, crooked media tycoon, Robert Maxwell. He had received information, not from the loyal (to their charge) royal protection officers, but via the American ambassador who had received a
worrying
report from a branch of the US secret service that was monitoring Epstein. Charles knew that Prince Edward was familiar with a New York socialite who had previously been a leading figure in the British music industry, and asked him to use the important contact.
Edward did as Charles asked and called his friend, saying that the family were anxious to know what their brother was up to mixing in such company. The heir to the throne was far from pleased with the response Edward conveyed to him and that was almost certainly a defining moment in what has been termed âThe War of the Princes', a feud that reached an all-time low in 2010 when the Duke's financially troubled ex-wife Sarah offered to sell introductions to him and his powerful friends (he was then Britain's trade envoy) in return for a payment of £500,000, claiming that Andrew himself
had suggested the figure. The claim was strongly denied but Charles found it hard to contain his disgust at the actions of his brother's ex-wife. He became convinced that the same people who had set Andrew up with unsavoury company in New York were behind the âFergie sting' and he worried that his sons â particularly Harry, made vulnerable because of his penchant for nights out, might also become entrapped. That he should allow this row to be sustained in 2012 illustrates how seriously the heir was taking the âAndrew problem'.
No sooner had British Airways flight BA292 taken off from Washington DC's Dulles International airport bound for London Heathrow at a little after 11 p.m. on 7 May, than Harry fell asleep in his business class seat. It had been a long day: he had been in America for less than nine hours of a 24-hour special leave but was later to say that they were
probably
the most honourable nine hours of his life â so far.
As he boarded the 747 London-bound airliner a stewardess offered him a dinner menu but he politely declined it saying he had already eaten. That was the understatement of the year: he had just dined at Washington's Ritz-Carlton Hotel
alongside
his military hero, General Colin Powell â arguably the greatest soldier of his generation â who was about to present him with the Atlantic Council Award for Distinguished Humanitarian Leadership in front of an international
assembly
of distinguished guests.
Although there were three other recipients â including Ban Ki-moon, Secretary General of the United Nations â no one was left in any doubt that the event had largely been in Harry's honour. The girls outside the hotel entrance were screaming his name as they might once have done for the Beatles, but this was no occasion for teen idols. Indeed, his greatest female admirer that day turned out to be America's Second Lady, Vice-President Joe Biden's wife Jill, who was obviously (and somewhat embarrassingly) captivated by the young British royal.
On the outbound flight that morning Harry had, according to a travel companion, worried about whether he was worthy of the honour former US Secretary of State Powell was about to confer on him. He was scribbling into the speech he would deliver just a few hours later: âFor a captain in the British Army to be introduced by such a world-renowned soldier and statesman is truly humbling ⦠and a little terrifying⦠Genuinely, I don't feel that I have done nearly enough to deserve this award.'
On his arrival he had collected his modest set of luggage â one lounge suit for a reception that afternoon at the British embassy, a black tie suit for the evening's formal dinner, and a framed photograph he had signed for British ambassador Sir Peter Westmacott â before he set off for the embassy to spend time with the people he admires most: wounded veterans.
Powell introduced a note of humour into his speech of praise, acknowledging Harry's personal popularity in the US:
Apart from recognising his contributions to the humanitarian projects, I would be remiss if I didn't note that his presence has altered the normal demographic make-up of our
audience
: we have a record number of single young women here. You saw them outside. I also have to say the average age for an Atlantic Council dinner has dropped twenty-five years and [he added turning to Harry] for that we have to thank you.
Then, in a brief message that brought a tear to Harry's eyes, Powell added, âClearly the loving effort Diana made to teach her sons the importance of serving others has touched the hearts and souls of her two sons and continues her legacy.'
In his response Harry chose to pass the credit afforded him on to those veterans who had suffered for their cause:
It would be wrong of me to speak for these heroes, but not presumptuous of me to pay tribute to them: so many of our servicemen and women have made the ultimate sacrifice; so many lives have been lost and so many changed forever by the wounds that they have suffered in the course of their duties. They have paid a terrible price to keep us safe and free.
The events of that day would prove the highlight of what was already an incredible year in the life of Harry Wales. While the Queen's popularity soared to new heights as she toured her kingdom with Prince Philip, acknowledging celebrations held in honour of her Diamond Jubilee, and the nation had fallen as much in love with William and Kate as the two
had with each other, it was Harry who emerged as the
gleaming
new star, for this was the year in which he was truly anointed the People's Prince. What had brought about this incredible change in the man once dubbed âthe royal rebel'? I have asked a man close to him who his main influences have been. The answer was: âhis parents'. Despite the differences between them, they had both contributed enormously to the way his life had shaped itself: Diana had taught him to be charitable, how to care for others less fortunate than himself; Charles had instilled in him a love of conservation, how to be concerned about the planet he lives on and how to do all he can for young people.
As his international popularity soared, a group of powerful Canadians said they wanted him as their king,
GQ
magazine made him their cover boy and named him the best-dressed member of the Royal Family, and dubious praise came from the late Boris Berezovsky, the oligarch who picked Vladimir Putin as Russia's leader. London-exiled Berezovsky described Harry as one of the brightest symbols of the modern
civilised
world and declared that if he had his powerful way again Russia would become a monarchy with Harry Wales as its head of state. As a further nod to his popularity it was declared that âHarry' was now the name UK parents chose for their newborn boys more than any other.
But his outstanding achievement of the year was the work he did at home behind the scenes, work that went
unpublicised
: it was Harry who almost single-handedly did much to modernise the monarchy in the spring and summer of 2012.
It was, for example, he who persuaded the Queen not only to permit the Jubilee rock concert to be staged in front of Buckingham Palace but to sit through most of it sharing the music with many thousands of her younger subjects.
Knowing she would not be ready to join the audience until 9 p.m., Harry had talked the organisers into ensuring that Sir Elton John did not take to the stage before then for Harry knew that the singing piano player was one of her favourite performers after being introduced to his music by the Queen Mother who had frequently taken tea with him at his home in Windsor. Seated behind his grandmother for the concert, Harry leaned forward from time to time to tell her who some of the acts were and what they were singing about.
And it was after a plea from her younger grandson that Her Majesty overruled a decision by palace officials not to allow the band Madness to perform their hits âOur House' and âIt Must Be Love' from the very rooftop of the Queen's London home.
Furthermore, he encouraged his father to deliver the line which stole the show when Charles paid tribute to his mother in his brief Jubilee concert speech. Traditionally the royals have always referred to close relatives in public by their royal titles (I once heard Princess Margaret â in response to the question âAnd how is your sister, Ma'am?' â retort, âAre you referring to Her Majesty the Queen?'), but Charles broke the mould when he looked at his mother and after describing her as âYour Majesty', to the delight of the crowd, added after a well-calculated pause, âMummyâ¦' Apparently Harry claims
credit for the line and jokes about becoming his father's main speechwriter. Having used the same trick though at the Queen's Golden Jubilee in 2002, it seems Charles might well have been humouring his second-born.
But Harry's greatest achievement was to persuade his grandmother to take part in the spoof James Bond movie for the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games. When she was first asked to act out a scene with Bond actor Daniel Craig, the senior aide who put the proposal to her says he expected her to be shocked that he had even dared to do so. âBut she thought for a few moments and said, “I'll see what Harry says.”'
By the insider account that reaches this author, Harry could hardly believe his ears when the idea was relayed to him: âGo it for, Gran,' was his response. Even he could not have conceived a better progression for his royal modernisation work. The ceremony's producer Danny Boyle was stunned when he learned from Her Majesty's deputy private secretary Edward Young that she had agreed to be a Bond Girl for a night.
And so it came to pass that Craig, dressed in his 007 tuxedo, was filmed arriving at Buckingham Palace in a black cab and being escorted by a flunky through the illustrious corridors to the Queen's rarely seen study. Her Majesty remained
working
at her desk until the exact moment of his appointment arrived and then turned to receive him with the words, âGood evening, Mr Bond.' It was a perfect delivery; there were no smiles, just an acknowledgment that there was a job to be
done, a mission to be carried out and they both had a part to play in it.
Accompanied by her three Pembroke Welsh Corgis she then walked with Craig from the study and back along the corridor by which he had arrived. In the Palace courtyard the two were seen clambering into a helicopter â although by now the âQueen' was being played by the actress Julia McKenzie, famed for her television role as Miss Marple. The scene concluded with stunt double Gary Connery â wearing an identical salmon-pink dress to that in which the Queen had received âMr Bond' complete with gloves and handbag â parachuting, knickers billowing, alongside Craig's double into the Olympic Stadium. Moments later the real Queen, wearing the same dress as she had been in the filmed palace sequence, received a standing ovation as she entered the arena with Prince Philip.
And where was Harry? At The Enterprise pub in South Kensington, laughing aloud with his friend Skippy, in whom he had obviously confided what was about to happen, although when asked later how surprised he was by the Queen's
parachute
jump, Harry said, âWhat she does in her spare time is her business.' In excellent spirits and clearly not intending to drive home, he had downed generous quantities of sauvignon blanc to wash down a substantial steak topped with asparagus and a mango sorbet while his protection officer sank half a pint of Guinness at the bar.
Still in party mood, and clearly delighted with the success of the amazing event his advice had inspired, Harry set off
the following morning to spend the weekend with his latest girlfriend Cressida Bonas, the 23-year-old daughter of
fun-loving
former model (and four times married and divorced) Lady Mary-Gaye Curzon. The two then joined the crowds attending the Womad festival at Charlton Park, the Earl of Suffolk's 4,500-acre Wiltshire estate. Back in party mood, Harry â with Cressida never more than inches from his side â amused his friends by wearing a duck-shaped hat; in response to a question from one of them, he was overheard saying he had âabsolutely no regrets' at learning earlier in the week that one of his old flames, the exotic lingerie model Florence Brudenell-Bruce, had returned to the arms of her long-term boyfriend Henry St George.
Harry had a helpful distraction: he was smitten by Ms Bonas from the moment he was introduced to her by his cousin Eugenie. She was just his type â tall, blonde and leggy. He knew that her impeccable pedigree was just what his Palace guardians would approve of â not that he had much time for their opinion. Her much-loved mother, Lady Mary, the daughter of veteran racing driver Earl Howe, a godson of Edward VII, was the âIt' girl of her day and a sporting woman by all accounts, Cressida being one of the five children she had by three of her husbands. Cressida's paternal great-
grandfather
, however, was of more humble stock: George Bonas was an impoverished butcher when he arrived in Battersea from his Midlands home.