THEY’VE taken it all away from me. My Princehood, my Dukedom, my HRH. And now I’m completely anonymous. I could be anywhere. I could be in the room with you now.

Yes, my brother and nephew have deprived me of everything that once made me special. My medals and my Order of the Garter? No longer mine. And in doing so they’ve freed me.

I’m anyone now. Just one more red-faced older man, vaguely recognisable but you can’t put your finger on it. I can mingle with crowds. I can rub up against strangers on Tube trains. I can walk slowly past the fence at netball practice.

There’s no gilded carriage transporting me, nor courtier announcing my arrival. I slip into rooms unnoticed. You’ll only know there’s a figure standing in the shadows by my heavy breathing.

Oh, they’ve put me in Norfolk, but

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