The Wardroom at Portland sussed out Princess M’s appalling etiquette very quickly. Having consumed no soup at all due to the behaviour described earlier, at the precise second the Royal Knife and Fork parted company with the surface of the table for the main course, a hundred and odd plates of meat and 2 veg disappeared in around 10 seconds flat. Same with the pud.
No doubt that her nephew Andrew was cast in the same mould. Whereas in the Wardroom Charles had been perfectly happy with the name Wales (as in “Oi Wales it’s your round”), Andrew insisted on being addressed as “Your Royal Highness” at all times. To**er.