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No, it really isn’t:

Prince William is to train as a pilot during a four-month attachment with the Royal Air Force.

How come this military dilettante gets to fly helicopters and I don’t? It’s not like he’s going to make a long term career out of it or be allowed to be a decoy for Exocets like his uncle. After several flight hours in this baby, I reckon I could.

This is like those unpaid journalism internships at places like the New Statesman that you can’t afford to take unless you’ve got a rich daddy to foot the expenses, isn’t it? The great and the good just keep on getting greater and gooder, the bastards.

I’d quite like four months learning to fly combat aircraft and then I can realise my long-held ambition of carpet-bombing Hove job centre, the scene of so many miserable months for me back in the century.

(Actually, it’s now an architect’s offices so I can’t. What I’m actually going to do, when I’m rich and famous, is buy the building and have it pushed brick by brick up the fundament of then Secretary of State for Education and Employment, David Blunkett.)