So that went well, Prince Harry-wise. Hours and hours of failing to provide any evidence that he was phone-hacked by the Mirror. All he mostly said was “I don’t know” and “I can’t remember”. Towards the end of his eight hours in the witness box, though, it seemed to get the better of him. I don’t know whether it was anger over the farce of his case, or genuine fear of going back over the years of “abuse, intrusion and hate” (his words). But when his barrister cooed, in a silky, sex-mother voice, “How has that made you feel?”, the prince paused, looked down, went silent, and then his voice broke.
“It’s a lot,” he rasped.
