Met him a few times. A great guy. Not a bit like his public persona. Kind, funny, caring, a bit humble actually. He told me he hated blood sports and what agony it was to have to pretend to enjoy them. Same with all the flummery around the court. He tried to get people to act normally, drop all the 'bowing and scraping', but it was Brenda who put her foot down. She liked all that. Sometimes being a royal was all too much and he'd take off on his own and stay, off season, in a little caravan in Skegness or Mablethorpe and places like that. I once asked him who he admired most in the world and he said, quick as a flash, Greta Thurnberg, the young environmental campaigner. Doug Mountjoy too, the snooker player - which I thought was interesting. He'd written him a few fan letters but never received a reply, which hurt him a bit. He's also the last person I know who used to order a pint of mixed at the local. His jokes were funny but never lewd, and certainly never depended on racial stereotypes. He always allowed the conversation to be changed.
Great bloke, much misunderstood.
RIP Phil.