Reading the book honestly made me see Fergie as a bit of a Katie Price figure. The selfishness, the poor self-esteem, the awful choice in men, the constant hustling and debt, it’s all there!
I always thought she was a good mum, but she actually left six-week-old Eugenie at home while taking 20-month-old Beatrice away on holiday with her. And it wasn’t a one-off either. Holidays always seemed to come first, even on big days like the girls’ first day back at school or taking them to parties and socials.
And then the men… honestly, one walking disaster after another. And she’d plonk the kids right in the middle of it! Inviting them along on family holidays after barely dating the guy, letting the girls sit unclothed on the lap of whichever bloke she was with at the time, it was such a massive safeguarding nightmare, all so she could get her kicks.
She monetised absolutely everything she could, including the girls (as much as was socially acceptable in the ’80s and ’90s with all the Hello! photoshoots). She even used them to get the best possible separation and divorce deal by playing up their “princess of the blood” status and emotionally blackmailing the Queen that her granddaughters couldn’t live like paupers if she got a ‘bad’ deal.
It’s not often I feel sorry for Andrew, but the way she emotionally manipulated him, never letting him move on, interfering in his relationships, keeping him dangling but never actually reconciling, it was a lot. No wonder Philip couldn’t stand her.