She may be gone, but she’s still in the news. All this week The Sun has been printing the revelations of some spiritual healer friend of hers. Di had sex with JFK Junior, she says. And, she says, Di had sex with her Asian doctor partner the day her divorce came through. I’ve missed one or two front pages this week, and so I’m afraid I may have missed one or two of her alleged bedmates.
Plus, Andrew Morton’s got another Diana book out.
Don’t you sometimes wish there were an alternative universe to which we could all escape? A place where no one had ever heard of The Mail, The Sun, and Hello magazine? In that wonderful world, dear readers, the pubs would always be open, but no one would ever be drunk. People would not drive while talking into their mobiles, Big Brother would be nothing more than a concept from a George Orwell novel, and Alan Titchmarsh would still be a council parks employee Somewhere Up North.