Here’s how Harold and Willy can find a way to bury all those hatchets

Rob Rinder. Evening Standard byline photo.

(Picture: NATASHA PSZENICKI)

Here we are — nine days into a shiny, spanking new year and, well, it’s easy to feel pretty fed up with it already. It seems everyone’s at someone else’s throat — brutal wars are grinding on, politics is more like a rotting septic tank than ever and, crowning it all, there’s this unedifying battle of the princes. I’m desperate to get the Wales and Sussex boys into my courtroom and gavel them on their bottoms (figuratively speaking) till they see sense.

You see, throughout my professional life I’ve worked in conflict resolution, unpicking more or less every flavour of spat and squabble you can imagine.