If ever a day in my life brings about the kind of utter despair I felt on Thursday 19th February over the arrest of Queen Elizabeth’s favourite son then I don’t want to face it.
My hopes came tumbling down.
As a patriot I feel mortally wounded that the last bastions of national pride should be worse than tarnished by a member of our Royal family, his actions wrapped in the same coat as the lowest of the low in our social structure, what hope now.
Whether or not he is ever found guilty in a criminal court of law for what he is accused of, the damage is done.
Every decent person in this land of ours will feel the hurt caused by the publicity alone, never mind the outcome.
At a time in our history where decent role models are needed as never before, this maelstrom of corruption drags us down further into the depths.