Prince Andrew

Jeffrey Epstein, the most notorious fornicator of our era, said of Prince Andrew – younger brother of the King and at one point second in line to the throne – ‘We are both serial sex addicts. He’s the only person I have met who is more obsessed with p***y than me.

‘From the reports I’ve got back from the women we’ve shared, he’s the most perverted animal in the bedroom. He likes to engage in stuff that’s even kinky to me – and I’m the king of kink!’

The nickname ‘Randy Andy’ was given to him at Gordonstoun, his public school, and earned because he was already sexually experienced, good looking and a girl magnet. And it stuck.

When he was the handsome young prince returning from piloting a helicopter in the Falklands War and pursued by scores of swooning girls, for whom HRH stood for ‘His Royal Heartthrob’, it was even a term of roguish endearment. Not any more.

Now in his mid-sixties, he is supposed to have slept with over a thousand women. ‘He’s shagged porn stars, actresses, models, athletes, politicians and bartenders at clubs,’ claimed investigative journalist Ian Halperin.

According to a friend: ‘Sex is his big thing in life. Travelling all over the world as the UK trade ambassador and for other royal duties has given him access to some beautiful women and he’s taken full advantage.’

A Reuters correspondent reported that, when Andrew represented the British monarch at the King of Thailand’s diamond jubilee celebrations in 2006, more than 40 women were brought to his hotel room in Bangkok during his stay: ‘Often, as soon as one left, another would arrive.’

Hotel staff were used to foreigners bringing in girls, but amazed that more than 10 a day were going to Andrew’s room.

One 20-year-old model realised how sex-obsessed he was after meeting him at a charity function in the late 1980s and sleeping with him twice at a hotel before being whisked off to the Caribbean island of Mustique.

‘He wanted me to engage in kinky sexual activity,’ she remembers. ‘He had no boundaries. He told me he had an open marriage arrangement with his wife. After returning to London, I never heard from him again. I felt like he used me for a few days, so he could live his wildest fantasies.’

Prince Andrew represented the British monarch at the King of Thailand’s diamond jubilee celebrations in 2006 and more than 40 women were brought to his hotel room in Bangkok during his stay, writes Andrew Lownie

Malcolm Barker, who worked at Buckingham Palace, remembered how Andrew was ‘for ever dragging the worst bunch of tarts up to dine with his mother, each seeming to compete with the previous for lack of brains. The one characteristic his girlfriends did not lack though was ample breasts.’

He was photographed on a luxury yacht off the coast of Sardinia, owned by an Egyptian millionaire friend, having sun cream rubbed on him by a 25-year-old Spanish-Filipina model, Alexandra Escat, nicknamed ‘the totty on the yachty’. (She denied any romance, saying they had been talking about military history.)

He entertained swimwear model Monika Jakisic, known as the ‘Croatian Sensation’, on his 54th birthday at the Italian restaurant Cecconi’s, then at the Arts Club in Knightsbridge, and a few weeks later in a private room at the Royal Thames Yacht Club. (After she posted a photograph on Twitter of what appeared to be a diamond engagement ring, his press agent was forced to deny the rumour.)

Nor were staff out of bounds. There was a long-standing rumour of an affair with a household staff member when he was still married to the Duchess of York. One nanny left because he made unwelcome advances.

‘When I started,’ an employee remembered, ‘I was warned to stay away from him. He would sometimes enter the staff quarters. It seemed everyone was aware of his behaviour, but little was done about it.’ The employee added: ‘Staff gossiped all the time, but a tape device was found in a flowerpot in the staff area, so it was difficult to speak after that.’

According to Emma Gruenbaum, a masseuse at the Wentworth Golf Club that Andrew frequented, he often booked her for massages at Royal Lodge, his home in Windsor Park but ‘it always felt a bit sleazy. It was clear he wanted more’.

Andrew insisted on being naked and, despite her objections, the massage taking place in his bedroom. He would try to hug her and ask about her sex life. On one occasion, while she adjusted the massage table, he remarked, ‘Hey, nice ar**e. Do you take it up the a**e?’

She remembered how ‘all the way through he was talking about anal sex and making anal sex jokes. He asked when I had last had sex. It went on and on. That’s just not normal behaviour for a professional sports therapy session. He was a constant sex pest from the start.’

He has never had trouble picking up women, but, a family friend said: ‘He’s not a hunter of women. He rather expects them to come to him. But when they do, he shows himself to be bone idle and not very socially adept at chatting them up.’

According to a source, he likes to have his women handed to him on a plate, ‘and the shorter the skirt the better’. Friends acted as matchmakers. Otherwise he would use his staff. He would spy out an attractive ballerina at the Royal Ballet and then send one of them to the stage door to invite her to meet the prince.

Other variations included sending aides to invite girls to his table at the Chinawhite night club in London or come to his hotel suite when abroad.

‘He’s about as subtle as a hand grenade,’ according to one girl he propositioned. ‘His favourite trick is to rub your knee under the table. It’s pathetic.’

At a wedding he was said to have asked a woman he’d not met before for a dance. When she declined, he responded, ‘I suppose a b*** j** is out of the question, then?’

One of his many flings told how their encounters would frequently involve little more than a telephone call from him, a trip by her to an off-licence for a bottle of champagne, a taxi ride to Buckingham Palace, ‘a perfunctory act of love and a muttered goodbye’.

But the ‘sad truth about Andrew’, one of his lovers claims, ‘is that he is not a Casanova at all. Let’s just say that in the bedroom department he is a bit of a let-down. He has been dumped by most of the girls linked to him because he is a bore.’

Few of his relationships have lasted, partly because he has a low attention threshold and partly because women quickly tire of him. Though many have dumped him, when he does so himself it is ruthless. He simply does not take their calls.

From the start, Andrew’s behaviour has excited disapproval. ‘A very slimy so-and-so, arrogant, pleased with himself, a bully’, was the verdict of one female contemporary at Gordonstoun. ‘He was so full of himself. He would throw his weight around and often say “You do know who I am?” ’

According to a friend: ‘Sex is his big thing in life. Travelling all over the world as the UK trade ambassador and for other royal duties has given him access to some beautiful women and he’s taken full advantage’

Then there were his japes. She remembers camping one November in the grounds of Balmoral and Andrew, then 18, ‘ripping off the flysheets of the tents and throwing them into the river for fun’. She adds: ‘He thinks he’s funny, handsome and clever and he isn’t. He swaggered around but all the cool boys of his age thought he was a wally and a t****r.’

His favourite activities at parties were playing ‘choo-choo trains’, where everyone danced around the room in a conga shouting ‘choo-choo’, or games in which pieces of fruit were passed from under one person’s chin to the next.

One friend of his admitted: ‘He’s a nightmare to sit next to at dinner. He makes ghastly jokes about whether you’re wearing knickers. And you can’t tell him to sod off.’ They added that his jokes were so ‘lavatorially disgusting everyone was aghast’.

One of his dates said: ‘He tells the most pathetic jokes. He finds poo cushions funny.’

Prince Edward, after his then girlfriend Romy Adlington had accepted an invitation to go duck shooting at Sandringham in 1983, warned her: ‘The bad news is that you might have to drive up with my brother!’ And so it proved, with Andrew joking about farting and asking her: ‘Don’t you find they always smell worse when you do them in the bath?’

No wonder that a titled lady of his generation said: ‘He is easily the most boorish man I have ever met.’

A strong and juvenile characteristic of his is to take advantage of his position to humiliate others who may not be able to respond. At a society event in 1992 he unzipped broadcaster Tania Bryer’s evening dress the full length of her back.

His idea of fun is to get guests at parties to close their eyes then place an open tube of mustard between their outstretched hands and get them to clap. ‘The spectacle of someone receiving a faceful of mustard gives him great joy,’ said a source.

At one dinner party he sniffed the pâté served as first course and turned to his right. ‘This pâté smells. What do you think?’ His female companion leaned forward to smell it and he promptly pushed her face into the dish.

Sometimes, partly from boredom or mischievousness, he simply wants to provoke a reaction. There is the story of how he once walked into a room where people were watching TV. He changed channels, paused, then walked out.

Andrew has always had a strong sense of status but been unsure otherwise of his identity. As a child playing on the decks of the Royal Yacht Britannia, when addressed as ‘laddie’ by a sailor, he replied to the much older man, ‘I’m not a laddie, I’m a prince.’

And this problem of deciding when he is a prince and when he is a normal person has bedevilled his whole life. After a house party in Dorset, one young woman complained: ‘One minute you’re having your bum pinched and the next minute he’s reminding you he’s Your Royal Highness.’

One of his dates recalled how he always introduced himself to her friends as the Duke of York, ‘even when we were dancing on tables at two in the morning at Momo. It struck me how impressed he was with who he is, or how impressed he wanted others to be.’

Once playing golf in a group of four, Andrew hit an especially good shot on to the green. One of the other golfers said: ‘Good shot.’ The prince fired back instantly: ‘That’s good shot, sir, for you.’

If he walked into a room and people didn’t acknowledge his presence, he’s been known to clear his throat, say, ‘Let’s try that again’, leave the room and come back to make sure everybody stands, bows and curtseys.

Andrew was photographed on a luxury yacht off the coast of Sardinia with 25-year-old Spanish-Filipina model Alexandra Escat in 2010

He could be unbelievably cruel. In 2005 after a heavy storm at Hillsborough Castle, Andrew asked the head of the household, David Anderson, if there was any damage. ‘Yes, sir,’ responded Anderson. ‘The tree which was planted by the Queen Mother.’ This was followed by a withering silence, then Andrew said in a mocking voice, ‘Did you mean Queen Elizabeth the Queen Mother?’

He then asked the poor man how long he had worked for the Royal Family. Anderson replied, ‘I joined in 1984, sir.’ ‘And you still don’t know the proper way to refer to my grandmother? You f***ing imbecile. Get out.’

The prince has remained totally out of touch with reality. Lucy, a former stylist who dated him, was surprised that when she offered to take him to the cinema and said she’d buy the tickets, he expected her to get all seven, to include his security.

Everything revolves around Andrew and is about him. In this, he reminded the journalist Petronella Wyatt, who first met him at a society party in the 1990s, of Princess Margaret, ‘who thought she was more royal than the Queen. He talked and you had to listen. He ignored all attempts to change the conversation and continued to make inappropriate jokes. He’s the most out of touch
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