Dear Prince Harry
On a recent walkabout in Cardiff, you seem to have broken the first rule of being ginger. (Hmm, wonder where you got that from).
To think it is a sin in itself, but to say it. Unforgivable.
"I'm ginger - gingers love gingers".
As any proper ginger knows, gingers are allowed to like other gingers, even to be friends with them, but unless they're family (and to paraphrase Planet of the Gingers), Ginger shall not love Ginger.
The reason is very simple: Other gingers always look too much like your sister or brother. Always. So that sort of love is just not on. You're not allowed to fancy a fellow ginger, flirt with them, or do anything of that ilk.
Ginger love is just plain wrong