Prince Harry’s youthful indiscretions, analyzed

Prince Harry is Radar magazine’s September cover story, where the life of the 22-year-old fit prince is revealed, his rowdy lifestyle and his military career analyzed.

Flying in the face of threats from Al-Qaeda, he fought to serve with his elite Blues and Royals unit, the magazine reports he even drew up a will dispersing his multi-million-dollar estate.

Radar reports that “before Harry was to ship out to Iraq, Sir Richard Dannatt, who heads up the British Army, personally phoned the prince to inform him that his six-month deployment had been canceled.”

Disappointed, the magazine details the parties that ensued the let down.  Harry allegedly partied at the Syndicate, a Bristol club renowned for its Ecstasy-fueled environment.

Radar writes: “Spend any time near Prince Harry in a social setting and it’s easy to see where his ‘wild child’ reputation comes from. He annually attends the nightclub Chinawhite’s Rock the Polo tent party—held for 3,000 revelers in late July after the Cartier International Polo event at Windsor Park—looking like Jeff Spicoli in an Evelyn Waugh novel.

Three years ago, dressed in his Maxim-approved attire of jeans and a baseball cap, he chucked Red Bull cans at his friends, screamed along to the Beastie Boys’ ‘Fight for Your Right,’ then went atop a platform to kiss a girl who was celebrating her bachelorette party. Harry, according to Radar, was so exhausted at the end of another event that he wound up slumped on a 20-foot pile of water bottles in the VIP area.”

The magazine writes that Harry’s bodyguards spend much of their time intercepting bar patrons who may be offering Harry Ecstasy.  A close friend of Harry’s tells Radar that the prince was ordered to clean up his act earlier in the year by senior royal courtiers and army superiors in his Blues and Royals regiment. “They got fed up at the number of late-night confrontations he was having with photographers outside Boujis,” the friend says, recalling a particularly bad night in March when a ruddy-faced Harry lashed out at a cameraman before stumbling into a gutter outside the nightclub.

Late nights in clubs, Royal family distress and becoming an easy mark for a terrorist who could easily target a favorite haunt of the Prince are creating a more careful and discreet Harry, allegedly.

No longer a denizen of Boujis, Radar claims these days “the royal posse is likely to be found at Mahiki, a kitschy watering hole where one of the princes’ most loyal friends, Guy Pelly, serves as marketing manager. Mahiki’s trademark drink, the Treasure Chest, is a $200 concoction of brandy, peach liqueur, and champagne meant for a party of eight; Harry has been known to down one by himself in a single sitting.”

Other hotspots to find Harry include Azteca, according to Radar.

The magazine claims despite his recent efforts to appear respectable, some royal watchers remain skeptical that Harry will ever really reform. “The royal family does what they want, and the PR man faces the consequences,” says Robert Jobson, the Evening Standard’s Royal Correspondent. “Every time Harry takes two steps forward, his character takes him three steps back.”


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