I once saw a first date go down at a Wendy’s, and while that might be my dream wedding venue, it was very evident the girl who got dressed up was none too pleased. That was still a helluva lot less awkward to watch than Thomas Markle, father of Duchess Meghan, jabber on last week for an interview with Good Morning Britain and British hemorrhoid-inducing “reporter” Piers Morgan. Now, for some craaaazy reason, Thomas is reportedly concerned the royal family is sick of his shit and is icing him out.
The Sun says Thomas is a little concerned because Meghan never sent him a Father’s Day card, and he thinks it may be part of a greater freeze by Kensington Palace. If his fame-whoring doesn’t get a royal reaction, he might never be asked back to Good Morning Britain, you selfish royals! Actually, a source (most likely Thomas or Meghan’s half-sister Samantha Markle, who put together that whole fake photo shoot together) claims Tommy Boy is concerned he may never actually get to meet Prince Hot Ginge. For those of us with dashed first princess goals, it’s a valid concern:
“There has been nothing from the palaces, which he is surprised about. He wanted to discuss traveling to the UK, or the couple visiting him. He still hasn’t met Harry, and is desperate for it to happen.”
This is all fine and dandy, but I’m not totally sure I buy it. I won’t believe anything until Thomas goes on Good Morning Britain for a three-part tell-all interview where he tearfully explains how he just wants Meghan to have her privacy (cough) and just how bad it felt to not get a Father’s Day card with a Tesco gift card.
If Thomas is that desperate to meet his daughter’s husband, he should expect DMV-level wait times for that meeting to happen. Because it’s said the royal family was never warned of his Good Morning Britain interview, in which he claimed PHG told him to give Donald Trump a chance, and was open to the idea of Brexit. If there is one thing THE QUEEN hates, it’s being told to take off her crown. If there are two things, it’s being caught by surprise. Which is presumably why you probably never hear of any strippers popping out of cakes at birthdays at Buckingham Palace.