MY SOB-SISTERS were out in packs in last weekend’s papers lamenting “Zara’s heartbreak” at her new husband larking with a couple of nubile blondes in a New Zealand club.

Heartbreak, my big backside.

The Queen’s grand-daughter is known for her horseplay while well-oiled. Remember how the police had to separate her and her then lover jump jockey Richard Johnson with whom she shared a horse box for a couple of years?

They were slugging it out in the road beside their local Gloucestershire pub.

She knows her Michael Tindall, that cauliflower-eared rugby bruiser, too well to bat an eyelid at raucous behaviour.

They’re a well-matched brace of brawlers, Zara and Mike.