With a brace of seasoned bankers on its board, perhaps it’s no surprise that Prince Charles’s charity pays fat-cat salaries.
Hard on the heels of the recent controversy over charity bosses trousering six-figure pay-packets, I can reveal that The Prince of Wales’s Charitable Foundation, which bankrolls HRH’s pet eco-projects, has two senior staff on the payroll who earn more than the Prime Minister’s salary of £142,500.
The foundation’s four most senior staff shared a pay pot of between £520,000 and £560,000 in the year to the end of March 2015, according to its latest accounts.
The Prince of Wales’s Charitable Foundation, which bankrolls HRH’s pet eco-projects, has two senior staff on the payroll who earn more than the Prime Minister’s salary of £142,500
The charity’s top dog, the executive director, received a pay-rise from between £180,000 and £189,999 in 2014 to between £220,000 and £229,999 last year.
In 2014, only three of Charles’s 21 staff were paid more than £60,000, but staff costs have now spiralled to £1.14 million, or almost 10 per cent of the foundation’s £12.6 million total income.
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Clarence House declines to name the highest-paid employees, but confirms they are senior staff members at Clarence House, ‘along with a few dedicated employees of the charity’.
Prince Charles’s foundation, which is funded mostly by profits from his Duchy Originals range in Waitrose, and his Highgrove lifestyle goods enterprise, increased its charitable giving to causes such as The National Hedge Laying Society by £1.7 million last year.
The foundation also receives money from the public in the form of private donations and enjoys tax breaks through exemption from corporation tax.
Its inflated salaries will raise eyebrows after last month’s damning revelations that 1,080 executives at 390 charities receive salaries of at least £100,000.
Philip Sugarman, the outgoing boss of St Andrew’s Healthcare, earned £751,000 last year, while Caudwell Children, set up by telecoms billionaire John Caudwell, paid its top executive more than £230,000.
The Prince of Wales’s five trustees, who receive no remuneration, include ex-Barclays bigwigs Sir Mike Rake and John Varley, who ran the bank in the days when it came under fire for paying its top financiers excessive bonuses.
According to the accounts, Prince Charles appointed the pair based on their ‘appropriate expertise and experience’.
Plus ca change.
A chip off the old block, Mr Bean’s daughter Lily
At first glance, Rowan Atkinson’s glamorous R&B singer daughter Lily could hardly look more unlike the goofy Mr Bean played by her father.
But as my picture shows, the apple never falls far from the tree. Posing with her pet cat Amber, the 20-year-old demonstrates her deftness when it comes to pulling a funny face, a talent no doubt inherited from her father. Lily has been busy this week recording her debut album in London.
Rowan divorced her mother, make-up artist Sunetra Sastry, in November in only 65 seconds after 24 years of marriage.
Posing with her pet cat Amber, 20-year-old Lily (left) demonstrates her deftness when it comes to pulling a funny face, a talent no doubt inherited from her father (right)
The Duchess of Cornwall won’t be too amused that Tracey Ullman impersonates her as a chain-smoker in her forthcoming sketch show.
As her son Tom Parker Bowles told me recently: ‘It does irritate me that people think she still struggles with smoking — she actually gave up cigarettes 14 years ago.’ Camilla is also shown in the skit telephoning Prince Charles. ‘Hello sexy,’ she says. ‘I haven’t got any knickers on.’
Now that is perhaps more true to life.
Is the Prime Minister looking after his appearance as he should? Westminster watchers this week noted not only that the PM’s suit was looking a bit dog-eared, but also that his hair was lank at the back, betraying his growing bald patch to an alarming extent.
In Budapest on Thursday, Cameron posed alongside his Hungarian counterpart Viktor Orban. The photo was not flattering, showing our PM’s kneecaps pressing hard against the shiny surface of his over-worn suit trousers. Is it time Samantha took him in hand and escorted him to M&S to snap up some suits in the January sales?