October 15, 2025 • 12 mins
The scandal surrounding Prince Andrew has left the United Kingdom sick to its stomach—a kind of collective disgust that’s gone far beyond anger or tabloid gossip. His entanglement with Jeffrey Epstein wasn’t just a personal disgrace; it tore at the fabric of what the monarchy was supposed to represent. Watching him sit in that Newsnight interview, spewing absurd excuses about sweat glands and Pizza Express as if the British public were idiots, crystallized everything wrong with the modern aristocracy: arrogance, entitlement, and an utter disconnect from reality. It was the moment the illusion cracked, and what poured out was rot—privilege without conscience, power without accountability.
Since then, the damage has only deepened. Every whisper of him trying to “return to public duties” provokes outrage because the people have made up their minds—there’s no coming back from this. The monarchy, already wobbling under centuries of contradictions, has never looked more hollow. Andrew’s disgrace has united the public in revulsion: the working class, the middle class, even the loyal royalists are fed up with watching one man drag the Crown through the mud. He’s become a symbol of everything this country despises about inherited power—a reminder that when the powerful fall, they don’t hit the ground like the rest of us. They just disappear behind palace walls, waiting for the storm to pass. This time, though, the storm isn’t passing. The nation’s disgust is permanent.
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Since then, the damage has only deepened. Every whisper of him trying to “return to public duties” provokes outrage because the people have made up their minds—there’s no coming back from this. The monarchy, already wobbling under centuries of contradictions, has never looked more hollow. Andrew’s disgrace has united the public in revulsion: the working class, the middle class, even the loyal royalists are fed up with watching one man drag the Crown through the mud. He’s become a symbol of everything this country despises about inherited power—a reminder that when the powerful fall, they don’t hit the ground like the rest of us. They just disappear behind palace walls, waiting for the storm to pass. This time, though, the storm isn’t passing. The nation’s disgust is permanent.
to contact me:
bobbycapucci@protonmail.com
Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-epstein-chronicles--5003294/support.
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
What's up, everyone, and welcome to another episode of the
Epstein Chronicles. It's gotten to the point where every time
you hear the words Prince Andrew, the whole entire UK
just ex helles one of those deep tired size you
give when you've already scraped the bottom of your patients
and there's still more sledge coming. It's not a shock anymore.
(00:21):
It's not even anger really. It's discussed mixed with fatigue,
a kind of national nausea that's settled in because for
all the scandals, all the cover stories and all the excuses,
this one hit something deeper. This wasn't some royal affair
or drunken gaff at a polo match. This was a
member of the British royal family entangled with one of
(00:42):
the darkest scandals of modern times. We're talking about a
man who grew up in palaces, praised on the idea
of honor, service and duty, somehow thinking that flying on
Jeffrey Epstein's plane and sleeping at his mansion after a
conviction for sex offenses was just another day in the
life of a duke. You try telling the British public
(01:03):
that line and see how far you get. People who
break their backs every week just to keep the lights
on have no patience left for a man who uses
his titles like a shield against consequence. It's a slap
in the face to every notion of decency we were
taught to believe about the monarchy. And of course the
newsnight interview was the moment that it all crystallized, watching
(01:26):
them sit there, all puffed up with entitlement, talking about
Pizza Express and sweat glands like it was some comedy sketch,
not an interrogation about a predator and a teenager. And
I remember thinking at the time that this is a
surreal moment, a tone deaf moment that made me cringe
so hard that I felt it in my bones. The
sheer arrogance, the detachment, the complete lack of remorse. It
(01:49):
told the public everything that we needed to know, and
since then the damage hasn't faded. It's fermented. Every time
there's talk of him trying to return to royal duties,
people practically spit their tea out return to what exactly.
The man's presence is a stain that the Crown can't
scrub out. It's made a mockery of the idea that
(02:10):
the monarchy stands for something greater, something noble. For once,
the public isn't divided by politics or class or region.
The UK is united in shared revulsion. Look, the truth is,
the people of the UK have run out of forgiveness.
They've been told to move on, to respect the process,
to let bygones be bygones. But there are some things
(02:31):
you don't move past. The image of privileged men brushing
shoulders with sex traffickers while pretending to be an innocent
bystander is one of them. It's the kind of betrayal
that makes the working man in the pub shake his head,
mutter bloody disgrace, and me in every word. The monarchy
has always been about illusion, the gilded facade, the pomp,
(02:53):
the pageantry. But Andrew ripped the curtain down, and what
we saw behind it was wrought a system that protects
its own, no matter how vile the circumstances. A son
shielded by titles, by money, by a mother's reputation, and
while he hides behind palace walls, the rest of us
are left wondering just how deep the rock goes and
(03:13):
whether anything pure is left under all the gold leaf.
I mean you talk to people now on buses and
pubs at shops. There's no sympathy left for him. Just discussed.
Discuss that the monarchy silence speaks louder than any denial,
and discuss that after everything, he still thinks he can
crawl back in the public life like nothing ever happened.
(03:34):
It's a feeling that's gone past gossip or tabloid fodder.
This is a national shame. And no matter how many
titles they strip, how many statements they draft, or how
many times they tell us lessons have been learned, the
damage is done. Prince Andrew isn't just one man's disgrace anymore.
He's a symbol, a symbol for arrogance, corruption and moral
(03:55):
decay festering in institutions that still think the public's too
stupid to know. Well, we've noticed and we're done pretending.
And if the British public could write Prince Andrew a note,
here's what I imagine it would sound like, dear Andy,
because Prince doesn't quite fit anymore, does it. We figured
it was about time that the people of Britain, the
(04:17):
ones who actually pay for the palace lights to stay on,
had a word, you know, not the kind of word
that you're used to from your handlers or those pr
stooges who call you his Royal Highness like it still
means something. No, this one's from the lot of us,
the working stiffs, the tired, the overtaxt the ones who
don't get to buy our way out of trouble. We
just wanted to say you've outdone yourself. You've turned the
(04:40):
monarchy into a national punchline. It's actually impressive, in a
twisted sort of way. Out of all the royal screw
ups in history, the affairs, the abdications, the racist gaffes,
the tampon tapes, you've managed to take the crown for
a pure, unfiltered humiliation. You've made the Windsords look less
like a family and more like a mouth functioning circus act.
(05:01):
And somehow you're still walking around as if you deserve applause.
If the Queen's reign was the national anthem, you've been
the flat note that never stops ringing. We all remember
the newsnight interview. Hell has burned into our collective brain
at this point, you sitting there, looking smug, trying to
sound clever, spinning your nonsense about Pizza Express and sweat
(05:22):
glands like a man explaining quantum physics to a child.
You couldn't sweat, You said, what a gem that was.
It became part of the country's folklore now, like Bigfoot
or the lock Nest Monster, except less believable. You were
so calm, so certain, as if we were all just
daft enough to buy it. Look, we've heard some bad
(05:43):
excuses in our time, miss buses, lost receipts, the dog
ate my homework. But I can't sweat isn't a league
of its own. You've turned what could have been a
moment of contrition into stand up comedy, not the funny kind,
either the awkward, cringe inducing kind or everyone looks away
because it's too painful to watch. You could have said
(06:04):
aliens abducted you and it would have sounded more plausible.
And then, of course we have the famous Pizza Express
and woking alibi. Oh Andy, you really do think we're
thick a royal choosing to hang out at a chain
restaurant with kids running around and garlic bread on the floor.
That's not an alibi, mate, that's a fantasy. You'd have
a better shot convincing us you spent the night volunteering
(06:27):
at a soup kitchen. It's one of the lies that's
so ridiculous that it loops back around to being almost fascinating.
You've got the imagination of a guilty man trying to
sound humble and failing spectacularly. You've embarrassed this country more
thoroughly than a politician called with his trousers down. And
that's saying something. Every time your name appears in the news,
(06:48):
it's like a national grown echoes through the land. You've
become the face of everything people hate about privilege, smug, untouchable,
and convinced that the rules are for everyone else. We
all saw the photos, and we saw the mansion, the plane,
the company you kept, and we're supposed to believe you
didn't notice what was happening right under your nose. Jeffrey Epstein,
just saying his name makes people sick. The rest of
(07:11):
us saw a predator, You saw a convenient place to stay.
You actually said you stand at his house after his
conviction to end friendship? Are you even listening to yourself?
The rest of us end friendships by deleting phone numbers,
not by unpacking our bags in a perverts guest room.
You didn't end that friendship. You marinated in it, and
then you tried to convince the world you were too
(07:33):
honorable to do it any other way. You can't make
this shit up, and let's talk about the settlement. Twelve
million pounds to make it all go away. Not an
admission of guilt, you say, right, and the rest of
us pay our TV license out of love for the BBC.
That's not honor, mate, that's hush money. You don't hand
out that kind of cash because you're innocent. You hand
(07:55):
it out because the truth costs even more. And every
pound of it came from a family desperate to keep
you out of the dock and off the front page.
You were supposed to be a man of duty, weren't you,
The Queen's favorite son, the war hero, the dash in Duke.
Instead you've become a coward, hiding behind palace walls, whining
about reputational damage, while the rest of the people in
(08:18):
the UK foot the bill for your disgrace. You've turned
the monarchy into a global embarrassment, the kind you can't
scrub off, no matter how many times they shuffle you
out of sight. We watched your mother hold the country
of the UK together for seventy years. She kept her
chin up through wars, divorces, and scandals that would have
broken lesser people. Then along came you, the walking headline,
(08:41):
burning through her legacy like petrol on dry grass. You
one did in one interview, which he built in a lifetime.
She spent decades defending the Crown's dignity, and you went
and traded it for a friendship bracelet from a convicted predator.
You say you want back in public life, back into
royal duty. Do us all a favor, Andy, don't. The
(09:03):
only duty you have left is staying out of sight.
You're not wanted at openings, memorials, or photo ops. You're
not the future of anything except embarrassment. If you want
to serve the public, get a normal job, drive a
lorry stack shelves, work in a call center. Maybe then
you'll learn what actual accountability feels like. The monarchy is
supposed to be about honors, service and sacrifice. You've turned
(09:26):
it into a punchline. You're the reason abolished. The monarchy
isn't just a student slogan anymore. It's a growing mood.
You've managed to make even diehard royalists wins when they
see your name. You've become a living reminder that sometimes
the rock comes from within. You're not tragic, you're not misunderstood,
and you're not the victim of a smear campaign. You're
(09:47):
just a man who thought the world oedem respect and
found out too late that it doesn't. You're what happens
when privilege goes unchecked for too long. You're the bloke
who still thinks charm can out talk the truth. Except
nobody's laughing anymore. Even your own family's had enough. Charles
keeps you out arm's length. William wants nothing to do
with you in the public. Well, we'd prefer if you'd
(10:08):
stay off the balcony altogether. You've turned the House of
Windsor into a runing joke. And even though Corgi seem
to look embarrassed when you walk by, you've become the
royal version of that uncle everyone hides from at Christmas Dinner,
except you're not even invited to Christmas Dinner. We're tired
of it, Andy, We're tired of the excuses, the arrogance,
(10:29):
the pretend contrition. You've made a mockery of this country,
and you've done it while expecting us to pick up
the tab. The working people of Britain, those of them
who sweat queue and actually earn their keep, don't owe
you a damn thing. They don't respect you, and they
certainly don't believe you, and they don't even really hate you.
They're just done cleaning up after men like you. Done
(10:50):
watching the rich fail upwards, done watching disgrace dressed up
as unfortunate circumstance. You've made a cynical and that might
be your greatest crime, because once upon a time people
believed in the idea of a royal family that stood
for something. Now we just see you. So here's the truth.
There's no redemption, arn't waiting for you, no combat tour,
(11:13):
no quiet reentry into royal life. Stay where you are,
in that overpriced lodge, polishing medals you didn't earn in
battles that barely mattered. Let the rest of the UK
go on with their lives without having to see your
sweaty or not sweaty face on the front page. You
want it to be untouchable Landy, Well, congratulations, you are
not because you're above the law, but because no one
(11:35):
wants to come near you. You're the stain that won't
wash out the joke that's gone on too long. And
from the working people of Britain, those who pay for
your castles, your cars, your settlements and your silence. Consider
this the final message. You've shamed the nation and you've
earned every ounce of disgust we can muster. Sincerely, the
(11:56):
working People of Britain. All of the information echoes with
this episode can be found in the description box.
What's up, everyone, and welcome to another episode of the
Epstein Chronicles. It's gotten to the point where every time
you hear the words Prince Andrew, the whole entire UK
just ex helles one of those deep tired size you
give when you've already scraped the bottom of your patients
and there's still more sledge coming. It's not a shock anymore.
(00:21):
It's not even anger really. It's discussed mixed with fatigue,
a kind of national nausea that's settled in because for
all the scandals, all the cover stories and all the excuses,
this one hit something deeper. This wasn't some royal affair
or drunken gaff at a polo match. This was a
member of the British royal family entangled with one of
(00:42):
the darkest scandals of modern times. We're talking about a
man who grew up in palaces, praised on the idea
of honor, service and duty, somehow thinking that flying on
Jeffrey Epstein's plane and sleeping at his mansion after a
conviction for sex offenses was just another day in the
life of a duke. You try telling the British public
(01:03):
that line and see how far you get. People who
break their backs every week just to keep the lights
on have no patience left for a man who uses
his titles like a shield against consequence. It's a slap
in the face to every notion of decency we were
taught to believe about the monarchy. And of course the
newsnight interview was the moment that it all crystallized, watching
(01:26):
them sit there, all puffed up with entitlement, talking about
Pizza Express and sweat glands like it was some comedy sketch,
not an interrogation about a predator and a teenager. And
I remember thinking at the time that this is a
surreal moment, a tone deaf moment that made me cringe
so hard that I felt it in my bones. The
sheer arrogance, the detachment, the complete lack of remorse. It
(01:49):
told the public everything that we needed to know, and
since then the damage hasn't faded. It's fermented. Every time
there's talk of him trying to return to royal duties,
people practically spit their tea out return to what exactly.
The man's presence is a stain that the Crown can't
scrub out. It's made a mockery of the idea that
(02:10):
the monarchy stands for something greater, something noble. For once,
the public isn't divided by politics or class or region.
The UK is united in shared revulsion. Look, the truth is,
the people of the UK have run out of forgiveness.
They've been told to move on, to respect the process,
to let bygones be bygones. But there are some things
(02:31):
you don't move past. The image of privileged men brushing
shoulders with sex traffickers while pretending to be an innocent
bystander is one of them. It's the kind of betrayal
that makes the working man in the pub shake his head,
mutter bloody disgrace, and me in every word. The monarchy
has always been about illusion, the gilded facade, the pomp,
(02:53):
the pageantry. But Andrew ripped the curtain down, and what
we saw behind it was wrought a system that protects
its own, no matter how vile the circumstances. A son
shielded by titles, by money, by a mother's reputation, and
while he hides behind palace walls, the rest of us
are left wondering just how deep the rock goes and
(03:13):
whether anything pure is left under all the gold leaf.
I mean you talk to people now on buses and
pubs at shops. There's no sympathy left for him. Just discussed.
Discuss that the monarchy silence speaks louder than any denial,
and discuss that after everything, he still thinks he can
crawl back in the public life like nothing ever happened.
(03:34):
It's a feeling that's gone past gossip or tabloid fodder.
This is a national shame. And no matter how many
titles they strip, how many statements they draft, or how
many times they tell us lessons have been learned, the
damage is done. Prince Andrew isn't just one man's disgrace anymore.
He's a symbol, a symbol for arrogance, corruption and moral
(03:55):
decay festering in institutions that still think the public's too
stupid to know. Well, we've noticed and we're done pretending.
And if the British public could write Prince Andrew a note,
here's what I imagine it would sound like, dear Andy,
because Prince doesn't quite fit anymore, does it. We figured
it was about time that the people of Britain, the
(04:17):
ones who actually pay for the palace lights to stay on,
had a word, you know, not the kind of word
that you're used to from your handlers or those pr
stooges who call you his Royal Highness like it still
means something. No, this one's from the lot of us,
the working stiffs, the tired, the overtaxt the ones who
don't get to buy our way out of trouble. We
just wanted to say you've outdone yourself. You've turned the
(04:40):
monarchy into a national punchline. It's actually impressive, in a
twisted sort of way. Out of all the royal screw
ups in history, the affairs, the abdications, the racist gaffes,
the tampon tapes, you've managed to take the crown for
a pure, unfiltered humiliation. You've made the Windsords look less
like a family and more like a mouth functioning circus act.
(05:01):
And somehow you're still walking around as if you deserve applause.
If the Queen's reign was the national anthem, you've been
the flat note that never stops ringing. We all remember
the newsnight interview. Hell has burned into our collective brain
at this point, you sitting there, looking smug, trying to
sound clever, spinning your nonsense about Pizza Express and sweat
(05:22):
glands like a man explaining quantum physics to a child.
You couldn't sweat, You said, what a gem that was.
It became part of the country's folklore now, like Bigfoot
or the lock Nest Monster, except less believable. You were
so calm, so certain, as if we were all just
daft enough to buy it. Look, we've heard some bad
(05:43):
excuses in our time, miss buses, lost receipts, the dog
ate my homework. But I can't sweat isn't a league
of its own. You've turned what could have been a
moment of contrition into stand up comedy, not the funny kind,
either the awkward, cringe inducing kind or everyone looks away
because it's too painful to watch. You could have said
(06:04):
aliens abducted you and it would have sounded more plausible.
And then, of course we have the famous Pizza Express
and woking alibi. Oh Andy, you really do think we're
thick a royal choosing to hang out at a chain
restaurant with kids running around and garlic bread on the floor.
That's not an alibi, mate, that's a fantasy. You'd have
a better shot convincing us you spent the night volunteering
(06:27):
at a soup kitchen. It's one of the lies that's
so ridiculous that it loops back around to being almost fascinating.
You've got the imagination of a guilty man trying to
sound humble and failing spectacularly. You've embarrassed this country more
thoroughly than a politician called with his trousers down. And
that's saying something. Every time your name appears in the news,
(06:48):
it's like a national grown echoes through the land. You've
become the face of everything people hate about privilege, smug, untouchable,
and convinced that the rules are for everyone else. We
all saw the photos, and we saw the mansion, the plane,
the company you kept, and we're supposed to believe you
didn't notice what was happening right under your nose. Jeffrey Epstein,
just saying his name makes people sick. The rest of
(07:11):
us saw a predator, You saw a convenient place to stay.
You actually said you stand at his house after his
conviction to end friendship? Are you even listening to yourself?
The rest of us end friendships by deleting phone numbers,
not by unpacking our bags in a perverts guest room.
You didn't end that friendship. You marinated in it, and
then you tried to convince the world you were too
(07:33):
honorable to do it any other way. You can't make
this shit up, and let's talk about the settlement. Twelve
million pounds to make it all go away. Not an
admission of guilt, you say, right, and the rest of
us pay our TV license out of love for the BBC.
That's not honor, mate, that's hush money. You don't hand
out that kind of cash because you're innocent. You hand
(07:55):
it out because the truth costs even more. And every
pound of it came from a family desperate to keep
you out of the dock and off the front page.
You were supposed to be a man of duty, weren't you,
The Queen's favorite son, the war hero, the dash in Duke.
Instead you've become a coward, hiding behind palace walls, whining
about reputational damage, while the rest of the people in
(08:18):
the UK foot the bill for your disgrace. You've turned
the monarchy into a global embarrassment, the kind you can't
scrub off, no matter how many times they shuffle you
out of sight. We watched your mother hold the country
of the UK together for seventy years. She kept her
chin up through wars, divorces, and scandals that would have
broken lesser people. Then along came you, the walking headline,
(08:41):
burning through her legacy like petrol on dry grass. You
one did in one interview, which he built in a lifetime.
She spent decades defending the Crown's dignity, and you went
and traded it for a friendship bracelet from a convicted predator.
You say you want back in public life, back into
royal duty. Do us all a favor, Andy, don't. The
(09:03):
only duty you have left is staying out of sight.
You're not wanted at openings, memorials, or photo ops. You're
not the future of anything except embarrassment. If you want
to serve the public, get a normal job, drive a
lorry stack shelves, work in a call center. Maybe then
you'll learn what actual accountability feels like. The monarchy is
supposed to be about honors, service and sacrifice. You've turned
(09:26):
it into a punchline. You're the reason abolished. The monarchy
isn't just a student slogan anymore. It's a growing mood.
You've managed to make even diehard royalists wins when they
see your name. You've become a living reminder that sometimes
the rock comes from within. You're not tragic, you're not misunderstood,
and you're not the victim of a smear campaign. You're
(09:47):
just a man who thought the world oedem respect and
found out too late that it doesn't. You're what happens
when privilege goes unchecked for too long. You're the bloke
who still thinks charm can out talk the truth. Except
nobody's laughing anymore. Even your own family's had enough. Charles
keeps you out arm's length. William wants nothing to do
with you in the public. Well, we'd prefer if you'd
(10:08):
stay off the balcony altogether. You've turned the House of
Windsor into a runing joke. And even though Corgi seem
to look embarrassed when you walk by, you've become the
royal version of that uncle everyone hides from at Christmas Dinner,
except you're not even invited to Christmas Dinner. We're tired
of it, Andy, We're tired of the excuses, the arrogance,
(10:29):
the pretend contrition. You've made a mockery of this country,
and you've done it while expecting us to pick up
the tab. The working people of Britain, those of them
who sweat queue and actually earn their keep, don't owe
you a damn thing. They don't respect you, and they
certainly don't believe you, and they don't even really hate you.
They're just done cleaning up after men like you. Done
(10:50):
watching the rich fail upwards, done watching disgrace dressed up
as unfortunate circumstance. You've made a cynical and that might
be your greatest crime, because once upon a time people
believed in the idea of a royal family that stood
for something. Now we just see you. So here's the truth.
There's no redemption, arn't waiting for you, no combat tour,
(11:13):
no quiet reentry into royal life. Stay where you are,
in that overpriced lodge, polishing medals you didn't earn in
battles that barely mattered. Let the rest of the UK
go on with their lives without having to see your
sweaty or not sweaty face on the front page. You
want it to be untouchable Landy, Well, congratulations, you are
not because you're above the law, but because no one
(11:35):
wants to come near you. You're the stain that won't
wash out the joke that's gone on too long. And
from the working people of Britain, those who pay for
your castles, your cars, your settlements and your silence. Consider
this the final message. You've shamed the nation and you've
earned every ounce of disgust we can muster. Sincerely, the
(11:56):
working People of Britain. All of the information echoes with
this episode can be found in the description box.
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