Remembering Princess Diana 2


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When I was a very little girl I used to collect books and magazine articles about Princess Diana and in fact was so obsessive about this endeavour that my collection eventually filled several large cardboard boxes. If you’d asked me back then what I liked so much about her, I probably would have answered that I thought she was beautiful, that I liked princesses and that I loved (some) of her clothes and hats but almost certainly nothing more penetrative than that.

I’d lost interest by the time I hit my teens, giving myself over to goth music and more historical interests and I’m sure my grandparents were very relieved to discreetly dispose of my collection, certainly I never saw it again after one of our house moves. Possibly it’s still lingering in an attic somewhere. I was excited of course to actually get to meet Diana when she presented diplomas at the Royal College of Surgeons but not as thrilled as I would have been perhaps five years earlier.

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At the time of her death, I was in my early twenties and my fascination with Princess Diana was very much a thing of the past although if anything happened to recall her to mind, I could still easily remember how infatuated I had once been even if my rose tinted view of her had become rather cloudy over time thanks to the growing cynicism of adulthood.

I still remember where I was when I heard about the car accident in Paris. I myself was in a car at the time, a taxi taking me from Southend to Benfleet in Essex at about 1am on the morning of the 31st of August 1997. The taxi driver had the radio on and as soon as we climbed into his car, relieved to have nabbed it from under the noses of a gang of raucous City boys trying to get back to London after a night out in Southend, he turned to us and said ‘Have you heard the news? Princess Diana’s been in a car accident. They reckon she’s dead.’ Recalling this now sixteen years on, I STILL feel the frisson, a chill of horror and shock that went down my spine as he said those words. How could it be true? I suppose there is a feeling that the royal family are somehow immortal, untouchable by death and disaster in the same way as everyone else even though we have ample proof that this is very much not the case. They have their losses in war, just as we do, they get ill, die, divorce, fight and mourn.

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The next morning I was woken up early by the radio in my then boyfriend’s family kitchen. He came in to tell me that the princess was dead and even he, a six foot something punk with the lyrics to the Sex Pistols’ God Save The Queen on the back of his leather jacket looked shocked and silent. Even in a household with no particular royalist feeling, no one knew what to say and I remember wondering if it was like this everywhere.

I took a train to London later that day and took the underground from Liverpool Street Station to St Pancras as I was on my way back to Nottingham. It was a Sunday morning but even so the underground should have been buzzing with people as usual. Instead, my recollection is that it was eerie, like something from 28 Days Later – silent, almost deserted, shocked.

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My own attitude towards Diana has mellowed again in the years since her death – I suppose partially because my own personal issues mean that I ‘get’ and understand her more now than I ever could have done as a little girl. If you asked me now why I like her so much then I would reply that it was down to her continual courage, kindness and compassion even though she was struggling with her own demons and problems.

RIP Diana, you won’t be forgotten.

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2 thoughts on “Remembering Princess Diana

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    Anonymous

    I used to work in at a cinema at the time. I’d finished late, come home and was having a mug of tea and watching TV and watched the news as it broke. At the time I seem to think they weren’t sure whether she was alive, or dead. I remember thinking, ‘she’s not survived that, she’s dead.’ It felt like a definite feeling of intuition, a surety. I’m not remotely psychic; more likely it was my subconscious reaching that conclusion after seeing film of the accident site. I mean who could’ve walked away from that?

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    Annie

    My computer blipped just then so this is two parts…They said a women had been seen at the site, alive. I was tired, thought that at least I was wrong and good. Feel asleep on the sofa and woke up six hours later to find Ceefax with the headlines, ‘PRINCESS DIANA DEAD IN CAR CRASH.’ The creeping feeling of horror is one I won’t forgot in a hurry. Love her, or loathe her, she didn’t deserve to die that…