[28] "Skippy" or whoever she really is, is probably the twin of one of the insane Cumberbatch Tumblr group who, despite the fact that the world has already moved past the the "Internet Boyrfriend" and his five minutes of fame, are still telling spending huge amounts of time every day assuring each other that Cumby's wife is a human trafficker, a drug addict, their marriage illegal, their children either secretly adopted or photoshopped into pap snaps, and that this is all possible because Mrs C. has enough dirt to blackmail all Cumby's friends, his family, the CoE vicar who married them, and the Portland Hospital where the Cumberbatch kids were born, from telling the truth to the world. Anything rather than admit that "Dorkybatch" voluntarily fucked, impregnated, and married Sophie Hunter instead of one of them.
Skippy is either one of them and just transferred her rage at being overlooked by Cumby to being overlooked by Harry, or modelled her Tumblr blog on one of theirs and is pushing the same narrative: the marriage wasn't real (because there were folding chairs in the Chapel), and besides no invitations were ever really sent out, and the only reason poor Harry went through with it and the BRF allowed it is because Meagain has a huge amount of dirt on Harry and blackmailed them into giving permission.
You couldn't make this shit up.
All that said, Meagain probably has a few concerning blots on copybook, but what with Harry being 33 and 6th in line, the BRF took a good look, shrugged, and said, "On Harry's head be it." They can use Meagain to blow their "See we look just like 'modern' Britain, too!" horn (never mind that the UK is still nearly 80% white, you just can't tell in London or Tower Hamlets of Bradford or Blackburn) - and if the marriage goes south, of which there is at least a 50-50 chance, no one will turn around and point a finger at them and say, "If only you hadn't been so racist and let him marry the one he really loved . . .!"
Works out well for all concerned. The BRF look like they're movin' with the times, Harry gets his fantasy woman, Meagain gets her fantasy life . . . she'll be pregnant by the end of the summer and get her insurance policy out ASAP.
She's a social climbing phony grifter, he's a dim bulb. Reality will hit sooner or later, but till then . . . all signs point to sunny weather.
