Harry didn’t struggle especially but, three years ahead of him, academics was the one area I was excelling in. He thought he was supposed to match me grade for grade. I think he would get frustrated at times, and Mum would gently push me to help him with science homework and English coursework, to build up his confidence for looming exams. I could never fathom how he had a confidence problems, he was popular, decent at sports and not a bad student either. I would have trade my A’s for his B’s and charisma in a heartbeat. I don’t say this to point out his flaws but to try and offer some perspective. Everything he does seemed to be effortless, even now; watching him leap around a stage in front of thousands of people, he seems untroubled and free from self-doubt.

Young Harry is open to suggestions. He’s got a touch of the Mick Jaggers about him, and he’s seen the Stones wearing our stuff in the 60s. He likes the fit super-close and he’s got the ideal body to do that. He’s young and slim, which makes things easier. Other clients want to look like that but I can’t perform miracles. Illusion is my thing.