While reportedly pointing to a copy of Harry’s controversial memoir, Spare, in his east London home, Sir Ian stated: “I’m most definitely on Harry’s side.”
He remarked: “Imagine being born into the royal family. I’ve been in public life a bit, but these people are in prison. They can’t do anything normal. Can you imagine having to be nice to everyone you talk to?”
“Hats off to anyone who manages to stay sane in that world,” he added.
“Like the [late] Duke of Edinburgh managed to do, although even he was deeply, deeply eccentric and I suspect deeply unhappy. Same with the present king. He sort of survives, but he is clearly damaged. As for Harry, he’s probably not bright enough or doesn’t have the right friends to really help himself.
“Mind you, he had the pick of all the pretty women in the world. I hope he’s got the right one.”
His remarks follow his dramatic fall on stage when he lost his footing during a performance of PlayerKings at the Noel Coward Theatre in June.
Since then, he has been coping with a chipped vertebra and a fractured wrist, and he has stated that he is taking the rest of the year off from acting to recover.
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