Reading about the latest about the pathetic-sounding scuffle between Prince Harry and his older brother, I think I could tell the pair a thing or two about fraternal enmity. My older brother, another Harry, and I have not spoken to each other in more than 30 years.
He was taller, blond and looked Germanic. I was shorter, brown-haired and looked Greek. He never made it at school, whereas I collected lots and lots of sporting trophies. My father named him an executive in his shipping companies, I was the odd man out. Harry had the largest house in the Hamptons and the poshest apartment in New York, whereas I sort of lived a gypsy life. Harry was not athletic, I excelled in sports and represented Greece in three of them.
Harry never liked me and reminded my father time and again that I had never contributed to the family except for being the first of the clan to go to jail. Nevertheless, when my dad died of a heart attack on 14 July 1989, he left most of his fortune to me.
Harry was upset and openly cried over the fact he was left out. Foolishly I decided to give him what he thought was coming to him, splitting a valuable art collection sale and other bits. He has never spoken to me since. It suits me just fine. The Windsor boys should just learn to ignore each other.
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