Between Verbier & Paris


Forty-eight hours on from news of the Duke of Cambridge’s ski trip to Verbier hitting as Commonwealth Day festivities were unfolding, the news cycle has evolved pretty much as you’d expect. William has been raked over the coals for being, at best, wildly tone deaf and, at worst, a playboy louche who should have grown up years ago.

And I have to say, in watching the fallout, I’ve become a bit less forgiving. The thing is, there’s nothing about this reaction that is surprising and William had to have known that. He chose to go anyway and that choice doesn’t say anything good.

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