CHRISTMAS Day and the royal family are walking to church at Sandringham – an annual highlight for fans who line the way, phones at the ready to snap pics and record videos of their hallowed heroes.
Among the blue bloods is Prince Andrew, a man with such a chequered past you’d think he’d be only too happy to simply bask in some of the adulation afforded members of The Firm. And, you know, keep his mouth shut.
But the grand old Duke of York has something to get off his chest. Straying from the royal ranks, he walks up to people in the crowd. “I find this fascinating,” he says. “Why does everyone have their cameras on? Why do that?”
“Because it’s lovely,” one woman replies. “Lovely moments.”
“We’re not the press,” another pipes up, perhaps terrified of being accused of being one of the rotters who make the royals’ lives hell.
“It’s not about whether you’re the press or not,” Andrew says. “It’s just, why video? You ought to come and stand on this side and see what it’s like. All you have is a lot of cameras facing you.
