Brooklyn Beckham could be an even bigger brat than Prince Harry, says Patrick Christys

To be fair, that is a bit weird, and people online have had fun imagining what that moment looked like.

Victoria Beckham would hardly be the first mum in history to do something mildly embarrassing at a wedding. But is it really worth blowing up your entire family over?

Brooklyn is probably the most privileged nepo baby the world has ever seen.

He’s had the best of everything from posh prep schools in leafy Cheshire, to a school for Hollywood’s elite kids in California, to fine art college in Hampstead and he has done absolutely nothing with it.

He has no discernible talent whatsoever. His mum and dad helped him become a model. Remember? That career fell by the wayside.

The only real job he’s ever had was working briefly as a barista in London.

He somehow got into the Arsenal football academy, I still don’t know how, but was let go for not being good enough.

Then he became a photographer. His photography book was called What I See, which presumably means he has the same visual ability as someone’s pet dog.

Why was it published? Because his surname is Beckham.

Then he tried to be a chef. Here is what he served: Sausage. Bacon. Egg. Ketchup.

That was like watching a toddler try to put the shapes into the wrong holes. A manky hangover sandwich — and he didn’t even cook anything. It was all pre-cooked. He nearly forgot the ketchup.

Then he decided to be an entrepreneur, which I doubt he can spell, so he slapped his name on some booze and some chilli sauce. I don’t know about you, but I’ve never seen either brand anywhere.

And then, like every spoilt brat in history, he woke up one morning and said: “Mummy, Daddy, I want to be a racing car driver.”

So Jaguar let him design his own helmet. Of course he’s got his wife’s eyes on the helmet. That way she can watch him at all times and make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid like get a real job.

He also set up a charity with his wife to help dogs in Los Angeles. Lovely. But when wildfires broke out, they reportedly crowdfunded $59,000 on GoFundMe to rescue dogs.

Sorry, couldn’t you just pay for it yourself? He’s driving around in a £1.2 million car. He’s failed at modelling, football, photography, cooking and motorsport. The only thing he’s succeeded at is marrying a billionaire heiress — and let’s be honest, that only happened because his surname is Beckham.

So why blow up his family with that statement last night? Well, his mentor is Prince Harry. Can you imagine those conversations? Only one of them is allowed to think at a time they have to share a single brain cell.

Why would anyone want Prince Harry as a mentor? He’s gone from the Royal Family to doing cameo appearances in Meghan Markle’s insufferable Netflix documentaries, whenever she unties the leash and lets him out of the attic.

Look, I don’t doubt that growing up inside Brand Beckham isn’t easy. But let’s be honest: if Brooklyn had grown up on a council estate in Slough, he’d hardly have made a name for himself, would he?

And a word of warning, Brooklyn. You’re only a few years into a marriage with a Hollywood billionaire heiress.

I wish you well, but you never know when you might need your mum and dad again one day.