Why Harry really resigned, if you're a Mail reader

PRINCE Harry has resigned from his African charity due to a row with its chair. Unless you’re a Mail reader, in which case these are the reasons: 

Meghan forced him to

Factual accounts of relations between the board of trustees and and chairwoman Dr Sophie Chandauka breaking down, leading to the former’s resignations, need to be amended somewhat to fit our narrative. Instead we’ve substituted a fictional account of Meghan making him because Africans in poverty damage her lifestyle brand.

He was attention-starved for too long

Harry’s contradictory dance with the spotlight let him down here, because nobody’s heard of Sentebale. It’s almost like he was doing good for nothing but the sake of it which he can’t abide, so he resigned for publicity. It’s a pathetic cry for attention and he and his wife should be exiled to the moon.

Karma’s caught up with him

When you selfishly try to protect yourself from the British press, organise an international sporting event for wounded veterans and set up a charity for southern Africans with HIV and Aids, it’s only a matter of time until your evil catches up with you. As far as the Mail comments section is concerned Harry brought this on himself.

He’s focusing on being a Royal again

For the more deluded readers this resignation indicates Harry is returning to his Royal duties. Which of course means divorce, marriage to a suitable English rose, renewing his friendship with his brother and the country going back to 2011 before wokery ruined the country and Conservative polling. But with Brexit. 2011, but with Brexit.

Diana told him to

Mail readers are logicians whose bigoted opinions are grounded in fact. They don’t go in for spiritual nonsense, unless the People’s Princess appeared to her son in a vision and told him to step down from the charity he set up in her honour. In that case her wishes should be respected and she should be given a weekly Mail on Sunday column ghostwritten by Sarah Vine.

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The Joey Barton guide to the moral high ground

HELLO, I’m Joey Barton, former City player, failed manager, and wife-beater, speaking to you from atop a mountain of righteousness. And you can too. 

First, establish yourself as the lone truth-teller in a world of liars. I’ve done this with a quote from some bastard atop my Twitter account. Haven’t bothered crediting them, I could have come up with it myself if I had time. I’m a f**king philosopher.

Next, it’s important you substantiate this by revealing some facts the media doesn’t want people to know. Mine usually centre around the oppression of white people, because I’m not racist.

To prove that I also have a sideline slagging off any and all women who dare to play in men’s sports. And by men’s sports I mean ‘sports I’m interested in’. All of which I’m an expert in, because I’m a man and I played for England.

What do you f**king mean it was one friendly under Steve McClaren and I only f**king came on for the last f**king 15 minutes of a one-nil defeat? I will twat you with a pool cue until it breaks then stab the broken end into your throat, wanker.

Which brings me to my next point: authenticity. Threats like the above are credible because I’ve been done for assault a few times. And I’ve risen above it, which makes me a better person than all these liberal twats who’ve never stubbed out a cigar in a teammate’s eye.

Showing your duality and knowledge of the greats like Nietzsche, Orwell, Morrissey and Tommy Robinson is also necessary. Proves you’re a thinker who makes their own moral choices. Call anyone who you disagree with a nerd and a virgin.

There you go, you’re morally unassailable. Your podcast is going to do numbers, like about 0.375 per cent of Lineker’s, the prick. I’d hold him by the ears and butt his smug face flat.