However, it's noticeable that he didn't suggest that anyone wanted to give up their claim to the Civil List; this is whereby basically they are all paid in the order of millions of pounds of taxpayers' money every year, to do what they supposedly do.
It look like a case of they want their cake and to eat it.
The want the money, but they don't want to actually have to bother themselves with the distasteful task of having to do something, to get it.
Commentators have suggested that some of the younger 'royals' would prefer a more private lifestyle.
Indeed, no doubt.
But that not quite how it works.
Harry continually bleats on about how stressful it is to be constantly the public eye and what a drain it is; trying desperately to point out a downside to his position.
Well, let's take a look at some of the upsides for them then.
They never have to worry about anything, least of all money, ever. For life.
They have constant protection provided by armed Police. For life.
They never have to queue anywhere, for anything, ever.
They have the best medical advice and treatment available in the Western hemisphere, at their whim. For life.
No waiting lists or queuing in A&E for this lot.
There's no shortage of beautiful women falling at your feet; they get all the best looking doppelgangers and hangers on wanting to date you.
Let's face it, I doubt half the women that have ever even dated a member of the 'royal' family would have done so if they were let's say for example, a dustbin man.
Does anyone actually believe that 'Prince Charles' would have pulled anyone so young and as pretty as Diana, if it were not for his position?
Clearly, he was punching above his weight there and there is no other logical explanation.
Everywhere you go is cleared of all the undesirables, streets are cleaned, potholes filled and even the grass is painted green.
They never have to get a job.
And in the pretence of getting a 'normal' job', any subsequent pseudo job application would never fail or be rejected.
Doubtless, if they applied to be an astronaut or brain surgeon, they would get the job and (allegedly) be the most 'successful' person at it. Ever.
It's not exactly a difficult job either.
Someone else organizes everything for you and drives you about everywhere as well.
All you've got to do is turn up, a few handshakes and unveil a plaque or two and you're off; somewhere warm or skiing presumably. Again.
But if he can't cope and really despises it that much, fear not Harry, as there is a simple way out of it all for you.
Just renounce your position, abdicate your responsibilities and resign; also giving up your Civil List entitlement.
Then go and live on a Council estate in Toxteth or somewhere equally nice and get a minimum wage job.
You'll be fine.
No stress there, none at all.
One thing's for sure, there's a hell of a lot of people that would love to be in his position and would no doubt, swap places at the drop of a hat.