[BBKing]

Brainless toff, probably in the best place for him. Better than being hauled out of the gutter outside a nightclub every night, but pretty much the same level of usefulness. Second sons of royalty don't need to have a use, though.

I do feel a bit sorry for the local Afghans wondering where the next bomb's going to land - images of it working rather like a day's huntin' on the moors with Grandad ('I say, Rupert, thought you were a grouse, old chap'). Still, it could be worse, it could be Dick Cheney, I suppose.