Mendacious minx Meghan Markle increasingly comes across as nothing but personally ambitious and out of touch with reality suggests Matthew Steeples
The engagement of Prince Harry and Meghan Markle was something I initially thought no bad thing. I went, in fact, as far as to laud Markle’s “independent success” and “energy,” but now realise that I got this mendacious minx totally and utterly wrong.
Markle’s mistakes began when she tried to present herself as a cross between Mother Theresa and Diana, Princess of Wales. She touched the hands of children and told them they “could achieve anything.” She promised to “inspire” but then in wearing a £56,000 dress for her engagement photo she illustrated her true colours and showed herself to anything but the “down to earth girl” she had previously been lauded as. By now Barbara Amiel-like in her “extravagance knows no bounds” behaviour, the soon-to-be newest member of the royal family, it has been suggested, is set to order a wedding dress costing around £400,000 and will allegedly spend £120,000 on a honeymoon also. These are hardly the actions of someone who describes themselves as “ordinary” and “balanced” and are hardly the choices of a woman who once remarked: “I never want to lose touch with reality.”
More recently, in refusing to invite relatives including her disabled half-sister Samantha Grant to the forthcoming wedding, “I’m a sucker for a compliment” Markle has generated publicity she could have done without. Aside from ignoring her bankrupt father – and I accept that all families have rifts – she has caused Grant to go ahead with the publication of a book named The Diary of Princess Pushy’s Sister [she is not, by the way, referring to Princess Michael of Kent] and caused the media to go into overdrive in searching out other disgruntled family members. If, Markle had just them at her £32 million wedding party, they’d have kept shtum and been lost amongst her 3,440 guests.
Yesterday, the feminist Germaine Greer perfectly summed up Markle in a Mrs Merton on Debbie McGee kind of way. She asked: “Why would a girl born in poverty marry a man with 53 million quid?” and she is right. ‘Murky Mucky’ – as I now refer to her – is a girl with an agenda and that agenda is sadly apparently simply fame and money.