Sunday, 2 September 2012


In a shocking turn of events, one of the tramps that got naked with Harry in his VIP Vegas suite is now singing like a booze-fuelled canary. 
Because the story just wasn't good enough yet!

Auditioning to be invited up to Harry's suite.
 I thought I had a pretty good shot, but then
 his security detail noted my clothes were 
still on. DAMMIT! I was THIS close!

The well-bred lass had plenty say about her brush with naked royalty . . . and I must say, prince or no prince, it sounds like one of the goofiest parties ever. 

British-born beautician Carrie Reichert, 32, is quoted in People as telling the U.K. Mirror she was hand-picked by Harry's security detail to join the romp heard around the world. When she got to his suite, Harry was already donkey-butt naked and three (maybe even four or five) sheets to the wind.
"It was just crazy," Reichert says. "There was a pool table and he was playing air guitar with pool sticks. He was screaming out, 'Somebody get me a glove! I'm going to do a Michael Jackson impression!' "
And in case you're beginning to think this was obviously some sort of wedding proposal in disguise, Reichert would like to be very clear. 
"It wasn't romantic, just fun," she says, because Harry was "so wasted" that he "actually looked delirious."

Reichert tattles that she personally got to kiss Harry for 15 or 20 minutes. (I'm assuming it was three minutes of actual kissing, with 12 to 17 minutes of Harry repeatedly asking her "Who the fuck are YOU?") He then told her she was "beautiful and gorgeous," and then they "nonchalantly returned to the party and kept drinking."

Well, Carrie, so far this is certainly sounding very "fun." "Fun" is exactly the word that comes to mind here. In fact I'm starting to be sorry that I missed it. The third in line to the throne, naked and screeching for a glove? Random delirious naked hugs? Security detail watching the entire love-down unfold? 
Seriously! Might he be coming to Brampton in the near future? Would I have to be naked? Where do I sign up? 

Editor's note: Uhm, I think you're a little beyond his preferred age range.

Me: Oh bugger off. He'll be drunk as a lemur! I could tell I'm 12 and he'd believe it! 
(More "you dirty rat" details here at )