It’s considered unfashionable to truly love the Duchess of Sussex. At best, we’re supposed to offer her a lukewarm defence of not being that bad. Perhaps a little too American, a bit too forthright for the over 50s. But I’ll go one further: I bloody love Meghan. I’m a fan of literally everything she does. She’s the most interesting thing to happen to the royal family in my lifetime; the only thing that’s made me take the vaguest of interest in what the whole outdated clan is up to.
Even the new Netflix documentary – three new episodes of Harry & Meghan dropped today, if you’ve been living under a rock – did nothing to dissuade me. The moment last week’s first three appeared on the streaming platform, certain sections of the UK press linked arms and went to war. The documentary was self indulgent! Boring! Disrespectful to the late queen! When would Harry and Meghan stop whining and get on with their millionaire lives in their high-walled California compound? It felt like I was the only person in the world who enjoyed every bite of what the pair were serving. Admit it: you’ve never seen royals look as happy, fun and free as this pair do in their personal photos and videos.
Despite my love for her, I can see exactly why Meghan Markle so irritates the British establishment. But I’ll be honest: if any of the anecdotes the couple…
