(a) Our photo service mistakenly IDed Harry as KEVIN COSTNER in this snap.
(b) "Kevin Costner" needs a haircut.
(c) I swear, these are new versions of THE TROUSERS THAT ATE THE TOUR DE FRANCE and they are so very much better. I can only hope that it was my screeching and shaming that lead to this pantsular revolution. Harry, ALL we ever wanted was for your bum to be displayed to the best of its abilities.
"Sssh, dog. Be very quiet. I'll talk to you later."
"Also, there's a squirrel over there really giving you a dirty look. Just so you know."
I can only assume that this is a reaction to some extremely juicy gossip, presumably about Pippa and her Presumably Bounder Boyfriend Who's Moving to Switzerland Because It's Not Suspicious To Move Somewhere With Interesting Banking Laws (But Also Great Cheese and Watches).
Hello has a full report and video from this event and I believe what is ACTUALLY happening here is that his notes for his speech blew away. But I prefer to believe it is really the beginning of a stirring musical number.
I really just am posting these photos so that later I can create a flip book of them in which he does a dance, sell it, MAKE MILLIONS, and retire to Fug Island, where you will all be welcome for wine and cheese every evening at 6.
Loose notes are merely an excuse for lunges.
WHAT A HIDEOUS BACKDROP HOW ARE YOU LIVING IN LONDON TODAY THE WEATHER LOOKS WRETCHED. I weep.