KING Charles III has a hard act to follow. When his mother acceded to the throne, she was just 25, an almost ethereal beauty with an hourglass figure and the magnetism of a movie star.
She reigned for 70 years, overseeing some of the most momentous changes and events in history and presiding over family disintegrations and dramas with steely astuteness and stiff-upper-lip stoicism.
She was The Firm’s real rock star, the one who kept the mystery and magic of the royal family alive, and when she died some of the sheen faded too.
Queen Elizabeth may have had tiny size four feet, but she’s left big shoes to fill. And now it’s up to the man who waited in the wings for a record seven decades to make his mark on history.
In many ways, Charles has been more fortunate than his mother, who was so young when she became monarch she was robbed of the chance of living any kind of life of her own.
The king, on the other hand, has done plenty. He went to university. He had strings of gorgeous young lovers. He
