No, not me, I love the kid. I think he's been growing up, has more growing up to do, but generally I love him. Not everybody does.
What starts out semi-sweet :
How much easier it would have been had Prince Harry become a doctor, not a soldier. True, he would have needed rather better A-levels and a rather different sense of vocation. But it would have caused fewer problems all round if he'd decided to spend his life listening to a heart-beat at the end of a stethoscope instead of looking down the barrel of a gun.
None of us knows exactly what Harry was up to near the front line in Afghanistan. Whatever it was, I'm prepared to believe that he was showing considerable guts. As a desk-bound academic, it's not my place to question a soldier's bravery.
But I will anyway. Hey I said semi. Then it begins its turn :
All the same, saving lives might have been a much more acceptable 21st-century image for a Prince than taking them.
To be fair to the young man, it was not exactly his fault that he was transformed overnight from Nazi impersonator and late-night clubber to hero of the nation, battling the Taliban in defence of the free world. And Harry was certainly generous and gracious enough, on his return, to share the credit and point to the heroism of the men he had left behind.
But there was something about all those semi-staged interviews, saturating our news broadcasts, that made me feel distinctly sick.
Wha.... ? Distinctly sick?
Wait for it... wait for it :
this is the catchphrase of that sort of simplistic, thuggish, tit-for-tat politics that got us into the murderous mess of Iraq and Afghanistan in the first place. And it's not exactly a very Christian sentiment, either - as I hope his grandmother might have pointed out to him.
The rest of us can be as ambivalent as we like. Ambivalence is a luxury you don't have, Harry (though you have plenty of other luxuries to make up for it).
So you'd better just get on with it. And if it's the Press that's bothering you back home, then maybe cutting down on those late-night visits to Boujis might help a bit.
Yowza. It's like she's talking to him... but he didn't ever say anything to her to begin with. What does she mean "get on with it"? When was he not? That's one crazy lady.
And then she's off :
But worst of all, for my taste, has been the way the pictures of the smiling young Prince, confident in command of his "Spartan vehicle", happy and proud to be serving Queen and country, have been turned into an advertising campaign for one of the most foolish of all recent British military ventures.
No, I'm not trying to suggest that the Taliban is an admirable group. In fact, I can imagine little or nothing that is worse than living under a Taliban regime. But the Afghan war is wasting the lives of far too many young British soldiers for almost no effect at all.
All those pictures of the beaming Harry, tanned and tousle-headed (don't soldiers have to have a short back and sides any more?), have given this folly a spurious legitimacy, even glamour.
But there is more to this dangerous story of the dashing young Prince fighting on the front line than at first meets the eye. Easy as it might be to blame the blanket media coverage or Harry's minders, there is also a lesson of history to be learned.
I don't even know where to start. The Taliban is evil, but we're not making any progress so we should just stop. Even though they're evil. But you know, que sera, sera.
The big finish :
The truth is that a Prince on the front line can do little right.
He's damned if he's no good, damned if he's too dashing, damned if he stays and damned if he comes home.
Just think how politically awkward it would have been if Harry had pulled off some real heroics.
Imagine he had single-handedly pulled to safety six of his desperately injured crew from the burning wreckage of a Chinook helicopter, before tracking down Osama Bin Laden to a secret hideout in Helmand and leading him into captivity. The papers would have loved it - "Di's boy comes good and saves the planet".
But what would his brother and father have made of it? Charles would have faced more calls for the crown to skip a generation. William would have wondered whether his token six-month service on an aircraft carrier safely in the South Atlantic could ever match junior's heroics.
And what on earth would the Army have done with him next? They could hardly have given him a desk job.
How politically awkward of Prince Harry to serve in his country's armed services. What was he thinking.
Just look at the brilliant logic:
Harry might save lives - British lives - Allied lives, but then he would have to continue to save lives, promote freedom, do good... which is exactly what he wants to do and where he wants to be anyway. Oh the horror!! Make it stop, make it all stop!
Nope, no desk job. Good on ya, Harry.