Bad timing of Prince's medal show.
PRINCE Charles, his popinjay breast a-twinkle with unwon medals and honours, eclipsed his wife and mother when Parliament was opened.
Was there no-one in his retinue to mention this timing was unfortunate? His high-blown bling clashed with his future subjects recalling the gallants of the North Atlantic convoys, the Bevin Boys and, today, the Dam Busters.
But don't we all know that the nearest he's come to life-threatening hostility were those pre-divorce Highgrove weekends when Diana would hurl books and family silver at his head for nipping off to meet Camilla down the road? The sight of a nearpensioner prince bedecked in awards of lineage, not lionheartedness, sticks in my republican craw.