They should have played Nimrod in the background and had a Churchill impersonator read the Kipling poem while the Red Arrows did a flypast and sprinkled confetti, ripped from the pages of the original Magna Carta, over the garden.
He's a z-list celeb clinging onto the coat-tails of his father's fame and sticking his dick into everything that moves, not Horatio bleedin' Nelson.