She was an icon, a one in a million, and 21 years later we're all still interested in her.
It must have been an extremely difficult job, guarding one of the most photographed and sought after woman of the late 20th century. But at the same time a privilege.
There's been so many books and articles wrote about Diana, I think sometimes it's hard to deuce fact from fiction. A book by her bodyguard and protector should be able to erase the fiction, and give the facts.
Diana was known for her sense of humour, and you can just imagine them signing into a hotel as man and wife, and the hotel staff nudging one another and saying 'doesn't that lady look like the princess of Wales'
I bet she got quite a laugh from that.
I remember the day she died, like it was yesterday. The entire nation was in mourning, and the public out pouring of grief was something totally new to everyone. We're British! Stiff upper lip and all that! Yet here we are, a nation, in complete public meltdown, because the Queen of Hearts was dead. Even now, it's sometimes hard to remember it. It was an awful week. Concluded by the funeral, I can remember watching it on tv, silence.....then you heard the most rawest scream of her name.
She was an amazing person, kind, caring, and adored her children. She did so much for her charities and was so passionate.
The world lost a very unique individual that night in Paris.
It must have been an extremely difficult job, guarding one of the most photographed and sought after woman of the late 20th century. But at the same time a privilege.
There's been so many books and articles wrote about Diana, I think sometimes it's hard to deuce fact from fiction. A book by her bodyguard and protector should be able to erase the fiction, and give the facts.
Diana was known for her sense of humour, and you can just imagine them signing into a hotel as man and wife, and the hotel staff nudging one another and saying 'doesn't that lady look like the princess of Wales'
I bet she got quite a laugh from that.
I remember the day she died, like it was yesterday. The entire nation was in mourning, and the public out pouring of grief was something totally new to everyone. We're British! Stiff upper lip and all that! Yet here we are, a nation, in complete public meltdown, because the Queen of Hearts was dead. Even now, it's sometimes hard to remember it. It was an awful week. Concluded by the funeral, I can remember watching it on tv, silence.....then you heard the most rawest scream of her name.
She was an amazing person, kind, caring, and adored her children. She did so much for her charities and was so passionate.
The world lost a very unique individual that night in Paris.