Prince Harry wants to talk about his childhood and work out whom to blame. So do I. I grew-up in Mount Waverley and they really were a bunch of secateurs wielding, lawn mowing bastards – especially the old guy with the Labrador and heart-monitoring device.  

I asked my father-figure therapist about this while he was explaining how a billable hour works, and he said: what’s the point unless you can monetize it.