More heartening news at the weekend as it appears that England Rugby's No.1 cheerleader Prince Harry has been dumped by his girlfriend, Chelsy Davy.
Don't get me wrong, I take no pleasure at all in this young man's misfortune. Nor am I afflicted by the Daily Mail "How can someone 3rd in line for the throne possibly marry someone called Chelsy?" mentality.
No, what amuses me is that the reason for the break-up appears to be that Harry missed his girlfriend's 22nd birthday because he chose to attend the Rugby World Cup Final in Paris instead.
Perhaps there is hope for the increasingly irrelevant monarchy after all.