Not for the first time, it was Jeremy Clarkson’s fault. The weekend news, which began with a forensic dissection of the fallout from the six unrelenting hours of the Netflix series Harry and Meghan, was soon dominated by Clarkson’s extraordinary column in the Sun, in which he wrote of the Duchess of Sussex:
‘I hate her. Not like I hate Nicola Sturgeon or Rose West. I hate her on a cellular level.’
He went on to suggest that: ‘At night, I’m unable to sleep as I lie there, grinding my teeth and dreaming of the day when she is made to parade naked through the streets of every town in Britain while the crowds chant, “Shame!” and throw lumps of excrement at her.’
The tone of Harry and Meghan was so unremittingly one-sided
Whatever the truth about Clarkson’s feelings towards Meghan Markle – those who read his columns for sober, informed judgement are likely to be disappointed – it had the no doubt inadvertent effect of directing public sympathy back towards her.
As with the contretemps between
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