My sole emotional connection with the cult of Diana comes from my wife having been at her funeral. She worked for The Observer at the time and attended in lieu of the then editor. When it was all over she returned to Deepest Hackney to describe being seated close to where that vain arse Earl Spencer waved his rhetorical two fingers at the senior royals. The word she used was "electrifying." A crisis of sorts consumed the House of Windsor in its wake. Well, that's all history and, ironically, the Diana industry is partly responsible. And now, ten years on, the once famously reticent British public can once again make a spectacle of itself. How about these two, commenting at the Telegraph:
Freedomtoprosper: "Lawyers love this sort of thing, it's like the Bloody Sunday enquiry, a licence to print money."
Sam: "In response to the comment about lawyers 'loving this sort of thing' - I'm a lawyer and I love this sort of thing. I must admit it."
Then there's these, at the Mail:
Solarsentinel, England: "Did Henri Paul's airbag go off, and if not why not?"
Paul Evans, Tamworth, England: "Anyone who marries into that family has to be stark raving mad."
Who says we are no longer a great nation? Damnit, we
deserved the Falklands.
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