I worked with one of his Clones, perhaps a lookalike, an irritating man for tiny stature & big presence, who was everybodies friend when the drink as flowing. He sang a Song of Prince Harry, knowing or in the Spirit, referring to connection to the Horse of Kent.
🎶 Hooray for Henry, Hooray at last, Hooray for Henry, he's the Horse's Arse.🎶
