MEGHAN MARKLE was welcomed like a long-lost crony when she visited a hip and cold radio hire this week.
She stole everyone’s heart with her enthusiasm, genuine seductiveness and ability to put people at ease.
She was pleasant but, sadly, not everybody has been won over.
Ann Widdecombe, now perched in the Celebrity Big Brother residence with a disapproving face like a cat’s bum, announced Meghan would be “trouble” since of her “background and attitude”.
Presumably the little ray of fever means since Meghan is a 36-year-old American divorcee, and not a virtuous teenage English rose, she won’t fit in. This is contemptible nonsense.
Don’t forget that the last wide-eyed, innocent, 20-year-old stately bride was Harry’s bad silent Princess Diana, and we all know how that incited out.
Diana had no suspicion what she was vouchsafing herself in for, but Meghan, is going into this with her eyes far-reaching open.
I find it confusing that instead of celebrating Harry anticipating a lady he loves, some cynics are already tutting that this attribute will never last.
Ludicrously, they contend the couple are distant too touchy-feely, and we should take this as a sign that their passion will shortly wear off.
There have also been suggestions that Meghan will feel like a bird trapped in a gilded enclosure and won’t be means to cope with all the gloomy stately rituals and lifeless duties such as opening fish factories and phenomenon plaques.
I can't agree. This immature lady was innate to be a complicated princess.
She’s bright, articulate, apparently good in front of the camera and precious by her besotted Prince.
The couple are also honestly committed to doing good works and wish to make a difference.
Skittish Harry has been resolutely brought to heel by Meghan, and that’s no bad thing.
He’s always been the many “normal” of the royals but low down still has that inbred stately clarity of entitlement.
Luckily he now has Meghan to safeguard he stays grounded.
I wouldn’t be at all astounded if it was her suspicion to fly economy to the south of France for their post-Christmas mini-break.
She’s the best thing that could have happened to Harry and the whole Royal Family.
I reckon the same people who mocked Diana for being bashful and Kate for being wooden are the ones who are sniffily dogmatic that Meghan is too pushy, assured and too big for her engineer boots.
I’m fearful it’s unavoidable there will be a recoil after all the regard heaped on Harry’s wife-to-be.
Remember Sarah Ferguson, who was hailed as a exhale of fresh air when she restrained into the Royal Family as Prince Andrew’s fiancée, but then found herself labelled coarse and frumpy.
When her matrimony pennyless down and she was photographed having her toes sucked by her then-lover, and after cashing in on her stately connections, there was no going back.
Despite trying to reinvent herself as a TV horde and gift worker, Sarah has never regained the public’s affection.
People also forget that before she died, Diana came in for a lot of critique for spending so much time on holiday and having some post-divorce fun with a series of boyfriends.
It’s tough for stately women, but Meghan has one big arms in her armoury that should help her cut by the baffling stately protocol.
As we saw this week in London’s Brixton, she is totally and definitely charming, and that will go a prolonged way to winning over even the stuffiest of stately courtiers, as good as the extended family.
The Queen and Prince Charles will just be relieved and gay that Harry has found someone he wants to settle down with, who honestly loves him and isn’t just dazzled by the cache and title.
William simply wants his hermit to be as happy and gay as he is with family life.
And Kate will be gay she is off the hook, since Meghan is now the one who has her braid and dress clarity forensically scrutinised.
No one is observant it’s going to be easy for Harry and Meghan, and every matrimony has its and ups and downs.
Perhaps she won’t be means to hold on to her new-found popularity, but she is a strong-willed and dynamic lady who won’t be intimidated by the barbarous “grey men” in the Palace who done Diana and Sarah’s lives such misery.
I also trust adore does conquer all and that these two are the genuine deal.
The sour-faced carpers and the internet trolls just need to lay off and give them both a break.
Why not give it a dry?
IT’S detrimental for some but 13 days into dry Jan I’m rather enjoying being off the booze.
I got some-more than a bit cloyed with buckets of booze and tons of turkey vol-au-vents over Christmas and New Year, and there’s only so many Chocolate Oranges even we can guzzle but feeling bloated.
I’m back to my practice classes on Monday after an enforced deficiency due to aptness instructor Maxine Jones having a knee op.
I’ve really missed my church gymnasium sessions with all the girls, and we can’t wait to get all prohibited and sweaty to some classical tunes.
It’s the best way to shake off the Jan blues and feel better physically and mentally.
For those of you who have already depressed by the wayside and are now making up excuses to evasion the gym, we suggest you find an practice you actually enjoy.
It’s best to join a category for encourage- ment and support and also get absolved of all those leftover chocolates and half dull bottles of gin.
IT’S good to have Dancing On Ice back on on the screens and we salute the bravery of all those celebrities who risk painful egos and bottoms every Sunday night.
But we many dignified the stately Holly Willoughby, for handling to demeanour facilely superb on that cold ice rink, even with tiny prohibited water bottles in her disruption and wearing good big thermal boots.
The lady is an comprehensive marvel.
THANKS for the feedback on Wedding Day Winners, the bonkers TV show we benefaction with Rob Beckett.
It sees brides and grooms contest to win a fanciful honeymoon and the possibility to get married in front of the nation.
Lots of you embraced the fun and were changed to tears by the intense marriage ceremony.
Tonight two very special couples battle it out and there will be some ridiculously OTT games that will give you a right good swell laugh.
- Wedding Day Winners, BBC1, 7.25pm tonight.
I was an ice pupil
I FELT really contemptible for that bad kid from China whose hair froze while he was walking to and from school.
The diminutive soul, never even had the possibility to unfreeze out since the classroom was also cold.
It reminded me of my own school days, at Claremont delegate in East Kilbride, just outward Glasgow.
I used to have to walk a couple of miles there during the barbarous 1974 three-day week, brought in by the Tories to preserve electricity during industrial movement by the miners.
This was when we stocked up on candles, the TV close down at 10.30pm and the pubs all closed.
It was ruin on earth.
During the winter East Kilbride is too cold even for frigid bears.
And trudging by the sleet in the early morning, my hair – and generally my border – froze into a plain retard of ice.
Due to imposed shutdowns at the time, the classrooms were also positively frozen and all of us pupils were given prohibited orange squish to stop us getting hypothermia.
These days health and reserve officials in high-vis jackets would have simply sealed all of the schools, but back then we were done of sterner things and suspicion it was all a bit of an adventure.
We were allowed to wear the Duffle coats, scarves and gloves indoors and it was deliberate character-building.
We were all still a ruin of a lot better off than that diminutive essence in China with icicles in his hair.
Our schools eventually went back to normal and we had correct heating back.
The kid from China deserves a award for being so dedicated to getting an preparation that he’s peaceful to solidify on the way to school and doesn’t even get a possibility to get comfortable once he gets there.