Just when you thought the Montecito circus couldn’t get any more pathetic, here’s Meghan Markle marching through a garden, desperately clutching a bottle of plonk like it’s her only remaining friend in the world.
It kind of sums up her entire public existence: endless snaps of her with a drink in hand on every holiday, at every polo match, staged ‘private’ moments, and cringeworthy red carpet appearances. Bottomless rosé, and whatever cheap fizz is available to drown out her endless string of failures.
Of course she’s now trying to flog more of her own cheap ‘As ever’ version of it.
I suppose when your entire identity revolves around boozing your way through life, you might as well cash in on the one pathetic constant.
And yet, it’s so tragic, Meghan. You look like an old wino. 😬🍾