From Jan Moir's account in the DM:
It came as no surprise that the prince’s level of truculence seemed to rise as the day progressed – you don’t need a dipstick to gauge the actual depths, but here he is, just the same.
‘Repeat the question,’ he demanded at one point. At other moments, he had trouble locating the evidence on the screen in front of him. ‘It is on the screen in front of you,’ Mr Green told him.
‘It is not,’ said Harry.
‘I think it is,’ said the lawyer.
‘If you say so,’ said Harry, a 38-year-old man who can still locate his inner Kevin the Teenager with distressing ease. Hour after hour, the Harry that emerged in court was a combustible mixture of victimhood and arrogance. The latter often took precedence but his broken side, the damaged side, was never far away.
My favourite exchange of the day was a deeply revealing one over a news item about Harry celebrating his 16th birthday in a Fulham gastropub. The prince was convinced that MGN had got hold of this story by illegal methods. Mr Green suggested that the celebrity chef who worked there might have called the newspaper himself.
‘As a chef, he would be too busy to make that call,’ said Harry. In riposte, Mr Green suggested that he would have other chefs working for him.
‘I have no idea, I have never worked in a kitchen,’ said the prince, somehow managing to contradict himself, behave like an entitled snob and make no sense, all at the same time.