Let’s not pretend we don’t know. After that disastrous Newsnight interview—the one where he sweat more than a man in a sauna made of lies—Andrew’s public image hit rock bottom. Even the palace’s own staff, who are usually the gold standard of professionalism, seem to be channeling their inner rebellious teen. One former royal employee told the press that “nobody wants to be near him”—and that’s putting it mildly. It’s like he’s wearing an invisible sign that says “Cringe Zone: Enter at Your Own Risk.”
Imagine being the poor soul handed the task of fetching Andrew’s Earl Grey tea. You’d have to psych yourself up like you’re about to face a dragon. “Okay, just walk in, say ‘Your Royal Highness,’ don’t make eye contact, and pray he doesn’t start talking about pizza-gate or his questionable friendship with a convicted sex offender.” That’s the level of awkward we’re dealing with here.
