Uncle G should be welcomed, not vilified, for spicing things up a bit. He is only the latest in a long line of waifs and strays who have found themselves on the fringes of royal circles because a relative happened to marry into the firm. See the 9th Earl Spencer, with his seven children from three different wives and a string of affairs that led to him briefly being dubbed “Lord Lovecheat” and “Lord of the Flings”.
Or the late Major Ronald Ferguson, who in 1988 was found to be a member of the Wigmore Club, a massage parlour in London staffed by girls dressed in “starched white medical gowns”, who allegedly offered members sexual services. Then there is Tom Parker Bowles, arrested in 1995 for possession of marijuana and Ecstasy, and exposed in 1999 as a cocaine user.
As ever, the most interesting people in the Royal family are not actually part of it – they just happen to be distantly related to it. Though that is not to say that the royals aren’t without their own flaws and foibles.
The antics of self-made Uncle G, who pulled himself up from a house in Hounslow and made his first million before his 30th birthday, seem pretty tame and inoffensive when compared with those of Prince William’s uncle, Air Miles Andy. Now there’s a black sheep, a man who used up vast amounts of public money on airfares while working as UK trade envoy, and who would probably have continued to do so had his friendships with the likes of Libyan gun smugglers (Tarek Kaituni) and paedophiles (Jeffrey Epstein) not been publicly questioned
Rita Clifton, a brand expert, believes that Uncle Gary is vital to the Middletons.
“I think there is a long and rich tradition in this country of good old English eccentricity, without which most families would not exist.” Uncle G, with his fondness for chicken livers and 1999 vintage Château de Sales-Pomerol, certainly fits the bill.