i remember sitting down with rebekah brooks about the royaljob. she said she was sick of the royal coverage of the sun simply being a funny face that prince charles had pulled when he stepped on a cowpat, visiting an organic yoghurt factory. she didn't want that any more. it was time for the focus to really be on the next generation, on william and on harry. and, frankly, the newspaper needed someone that wasn't tainted by diana's death. they wanted someone younger. i fitted the bill. i was into things that they were into. i wasn't that much older than them. it was a high—pressure job with some fantastic rewards. i mean, who wouldn't want to get drunk with prince harry and prince william, at the same time, in the same nightclub? chanting: we love you, harry, we do! | the image people have of harry, the party prince, comes from that period. oi. do ou want to �* harry! he was charging around the world, partying like a maniac. he even admits that he was, in that period. he had been seen punching a cameraman, and the bodyguard lifting him off the