Diana Princess of Wales Conspiracy eating disorder bulimia death MI5 MI6 spies American spies CIA assassination Paris Dodi Al Fayed car crash Alma tunnel Mercedes Buckingham Palace Queen Elizabeth Prince Charles Duke of Windsor, Mrs. Simpson Prince Philip, Prince Andrew Royalty royal Princess Margaret Kings and Queens King George Queen Victoria Kensington Palace London USA Mercedes death crash seat belts Lady Diana Spenser Althorp St Paul's Westminster Cathedral fashion AIDS charity shopaholism
Those Who Killed Diana
(Preview)
A few excerpts from the book.
Buckingham Palace is astounding in its opulence. Even the kitchen hands in the Palace see themselves as above the masses. Despite some of the worst wages in London, everyone felt special. . . The gold filigree, the thousands of artworks and the endless antique furniture set in never-ending large and extravagant rooms, the opulent ceilings. It all makes an astounding, if slightly over the top, sight. It’s difficult to imagine that it’s just for a handful of people. . .
. . .The hundred or so servants, office flunkies, kitchen hands, chefs, waiters, security and dressers all played their part in getting one woman and her family out of bed and dressed for the day. I was astounded at its machine and purpose.
The other side of having so many flunkies is fascinating. having been brought up to have everything done for her, the Queen can’t actually dress herself.
. . .Princess Margaret seemed to be going all out for a good time. Her table manners were not the best. She put make-up on during dinner, drank whiskey and water throughout the meal and constantly stubbed cigarette butts out on dinner plates. When she enjoyed herself everyone did so, but when she arrived home God help the staff if she didn’t have her imbibing liquid ready and waiting.
. . .she now occasionally indulged in cocaine.
. . . ‘Well, she refused.’ Annabelle said almost defiantly ‘They both had a public row with Charles going home alone.’
‘So is she still up to no good?’ I wanted to know.
‘How do you mean?’ Annabelle said cautiously.
‘It’s obvious,’ I insisted ‘first it’s that chap Hewitt, I mean if she’s going to do that is she going to push it further?’
Annabelle looked round furtively then back to me and nodded yes. My eyes inadvertently widened in surprise. I hadn’t heard about it, though being in a fishbowl it would soon come out.
‘I suppose it’s tit for tat,’ I conceded ‘I talked to one of his servants, someone was complaining that he had to clean the grass stains from the knees of Charles’ pyjamas because of midnight meetings with Camilla.’
Annabelle choked on her drink and nearly spat it out. ‘No!’ was her only exclamation after recovering.
‘It’s the biggest Soap Opera in town.’ I mocked. . .
‘Ok,’ Reynolds said taking up another tack ‘Thomas a Becket. He was getting on the king’s nerves and then the king said . . .’
‘Who will rid me of this upstart clerk?’ I said finishing it off. ‘It was King Henry II in . . . 1170, I think.’
‘Whoever, whenever.’ Reynolds agreed ‘The point is he never said; go kill this Archbishop whose pushing his luck, did he!
I agreed and nodded to show as much.
‘Exactly! But some knights did the Archbishop in! At the altar of Canterbury Cathedral of all places!’
‘Yes but, . . .’
Before I could reply Reynolds interrupted me. ‘Why do you think we have no freedom of information in this country?’
‘We sort of do, I suppose.’
‘You're thinking about the Cabinet papers and royal records. James, these can be kept from prying eyes for a hundred years. More if needs be. Then all this will seem like the Victorians do to us, a waste of time.’
‘So you reckon the higher up you go, the less you take responsibility for your actions.’
‘No, James you miss the point.’ Reynolds said as simply as he could ‘At the highest level people around you know what you need to make life easy for you. You don’t actually give orders. It’s said in oblique ways. . .’
‘I told you before she’s been annoying people terribly, and getting into some very murky areas. It must be bad when even the Prime Minister calls her a ‘loose cannon’.’
I nodded knowing what he meant. ‘I remember the comment.’
‘It’s her attitude to those in the Palace.’ Reynolds said plaintively ‘She called them lizards, and not human. They’re not happy with her negative publicity and forcing their own subjects to choose between the royal family and her. It’s like setting up a rival court.’
‘I know but. . .’ I began.
Reynolds put his hand on my arm to stop me for a moment. He looked round and spoke sideways through his mouth. ‘We’ve recently found out certain things about her . . .’ he let it hang there without saying any more.
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