From a frostbitten penis to Dad’s daily handstand habit in boxer shorts, Prince Harry spares nothing in new memoir

The hype is done. We now have the Book.

Prince Harry’s memoir, “Spare,” came out on Tuesday, replete with even more revelations than his smattering of prepublication interviews had hinted at. It sold 400,000 copies in the U.K. including hardcover, e-book and audio, on day one — rivaling first-day sales of the “other Harry,” said Larry Finlay, managing director of Transworld Penguin Random House, referring to the Harry Potter franchise.

We’ve already heard about how Prince Harry for years was unable to believe his mother was dead; that he missed his grandmother’s last moments because he wasn’t invited on the plane rushing family members to her bedside; that he experimented with drugs, and that he lost his virginity at age 17 to an older woman, behind a pub.

The full book contains a bombshell on every page, what BBC News calls a mixture of confession, rant, love letter and “the longest angry drunk text ever sent.”

The trauma of losing his mother, Princess Diana, infuses and informs the entire narrative.

Many of his anxieties seem to stem from that terrible day in 1997 when the then 12-year-old prince’s father, now King Charles, told his “darling boy” that his mummy had been in a car crash and “didn’t make it.”

Harry seems almost as traumatized by the relentless press attention as he is by his mother’s death.

“The last thing Mummy saw on this Earth was a flash bulb,” Harry told Anderson Cooper in a “60 Minutes” interview that aired Sunday.

The day after she died, Harry grabbed his father’s hand for comfort as the cameras clicked while the family greeted the crowds of mourners. It backfired completely, since “that gesture set off an explosion of clicks,” he wrote, adding that he had inadvertently “given them exactly what they wanted. Emotion. Drama. Pain. They fired and fired and fired.”

Harry hates the British press in particular, especially the tabloids.

Rebekah Brooks, who used to edit News of the World and The Sun, is not referred to by name. She becomes the anagram “Rehabber Kooks,” though the moniker’s true identity is left up to the imagination of the reader. He describes her as “an infected pustule on the arse of humanity, plus a s--- excuse for a journalist.”

Charles and Camilla allegedly did not hesitate to further their public image at the expense of his son.

Thus it came as a major betrayal when Charles and Camilla’s rep worked with Brooks to change his dad’s public image from “unfaithful husband” to “harried single dad coping with a drug-addled child.”

They did this by not bothering to correct a false story asserting Harry had gone to rehab.

“I felt heartbroken at the idea that this had been partly the work of my own family, my own father and future stepmother,” Harry writes. “They’d abetted this nonsense. For what? To make their own lives a bit easier.”

Camilla, in particular, “sacrificed me on her personal PR altar,” Harry writes, even as he acknowledges that he wanted them to be happy.

Charles joked about Harry’s “spare” status starting on the day of his birth.

“Wonderful! Now you’ve given me an Heir and a Spare — my work is done,” Harry reports that his father told his mother. Though the future king was “presumably” joking, he said it just before trotting off to meet “his girlfriend,” Camilla.

King Charles does daily headstands, on doctor’s orders, wearing nothing but boxers.

There is no shortage of TMI in this tome. One of the more intimate details is King Charles’s daily regimen:

“Prescribed by his physio, these exercises were the only effective remedy for the constant pain in Pa’s neck and back,” Harry writes. “Old polo injuries, mostly. He performed them daily, in just a pair of boxers, propped against the door, hanging from a bar like a skilled acrobat.”

He wishes, in retrospect, that he and his Aunt Margo, the late Princess Margaret, had been friends — spare to spare.

Her relationship to her sister, Queen Elizabeth II, bore similarities to the one Harry shares with older brother William, now next in line to the throne. There was the “simmering rivalry” and the “intense competition,” mostly emanating from the elder sibling. Also similar was the way they were pushed apart as their drastically different destinies unfolded.

He identified with Chandler’s character in “Friends,” and once stayed at Courtney Cox’s house.

Cox was a friend of a friend, and he once ended up there at a party that lasted a couple of days and involved many magic mushrooms, washed down with tequila.

He’s grateful to ex-girlfriend Cressida Bonas for helping him process his mother’s death.

Bonas helped him open up and cry for the first time since Diana’s burial. She was “the first person to help me across that barrier,” he wrote. “It was cathartic, it accelerated our bond, and added an element rare in past relationships: immense gratitude.”

That bond notwithstanding, he realized while on a ski trip to Kazakhstan that “we weren’t a match” and felt remorse at breaking up and “leaving her in tears” when she had been the one to help him cry.

His penis got frostbite.

During a trip to the Arctic, the royal appendage got frostbitten and remained icy and painful even as Harry attended William and Kate’s wedding. It was during a charity expedition to the North Pole, as he and fellow soldiers who had served in Afghanistan hiked 200 miles across the frozen landscape. Harry’s ears, cheeks and “todger,” as he calls it, were frostbitten. He also goes to great lengths to clarify that he and his brother were circumcised, refuting numerous stories that Diana had expressly forbidden it, as Vanity Fair noted.

“All the stories were false,” he wrote. “I was snipped as a baby.”

With News Wire Services