The DBC (Diana Broadcasting Corporation)
For some reason the BBC News front page thinks this non event worth seven slots on its News front page: Prince Harry in Tribute to Diana (not news, it would be news if he slagged her off), in pictures: remembering Diana, Diana: have your say (posted twice, once with a pic just in case we’d forgotten who she was, once without), a magazine piece, ‘Did Diana’s death change us?’ (no, you clot, if that’s the best you can come up with, please go and do something useful and noble in your life: empty bins, become a carer), and two lots of video clips: the service live (with two BBC News heavies presenting) and a second video news clip ‘Princes attend Diana service’.
3652 days ago today a pissed-up chauffer caused the death of Diana, Princess of Wales. Although Princess of Wails would have more appropriate for the promiscuous national grief-fest that followed it. A worrying percentage of the British ran mad. People who didn’t know her wept on the shoulders of strangers, in front of cameras, offered stuffed toys at shrines and florists bought Tuscan farms on the proceeds of the ‘floral tributes’ that it suddenly became obligatory to lay. As a nation we suddenly projected and displaced all kinds of personal and societal fears onto her, lost our collective stuff upper lips and found emotion in a tabloid, Hollywood screenplay kind of a way.
A tragedy for her family. Following her split from Woo-fond Charlie (our next king, from which the fates defend us), she was hoofed out of the Royal family, as dysfunctional a bunch as never attracted the attentions of social services. A stuffy lot, many with the presence and wit of shop dummies the Royals and their sycophants at court could not cope with this attractive (according to the objectifying buzz and the ‘geist) loose cannonette who embarked on a round of scene-stealing society appearances, obvious romantic liaisons and media interviews ruinous to the Winsdors.
It was car-crash reality royalty, played out before a salivating public and whipped up by a media, some of whom payed a shameful role in this human tragedy I hope they die in great spiritual anguish, their bowels clawed out by demons. Which would make for a bit of physical anguish, too I suppose. All to the good.
Ten years? So what? 3652 days, twice that number of tides, give or take. She might have been called Diana but she was no godess and was dragged into the ruinous orbit of the Royals because she was a virgin. Let the woman rest in peace, and get on with your lives because as she and her unfortunate companions discovered 10 years ago today, today could be all you have.
Blog Dianology:
Here (taking the piss out of the Daily Express, and deservedly so, Cicero speaks here (short and not sweet). A late entry I like: the Whiskey Priest weighs in with Diana, still dead, and with both style and substance, Stephen Tall gives his own respective.
