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Oh, Mummy, it was hilarious," laughed William. "They had a photo of Mrs. Parker Bowles and a horse's head and asked what the difference was. The answer was that there isn't any!" Diana absolutely exploded with laughter. We talked about which was the hottest photo to get. "Charles and Camilla is still the really big one," I said, "followed by you and a new man, and now, of course, William with his first girlfriend." He groaned. So did Dia..
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My first rule of conversation is this: I never learn a thing while I'm talking. I realize every morning that nothing I say today will teach me anything, so if I'm going to learn a lot today, I'll have to do it by listening. As
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Before Diana disappeared from sight, I called her on the radio. Her voice was bright and lively, and I knew instinctively that she was happy, and safe. I walked back to the car and drove slowly along the only road that runs adjacent to the bay, with heath land and then the sea to my left and the waters of Poole Harbour running up toward Wareham, a small market town, to my right. Within a matter of minutes, I was turning into the car park of..
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She rescued herself from the castle, by herself and with no knight in shining armor.
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Successful people who cannot express themselves well? I can't think of one.
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Don't utilize utilize. Use use.
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In June 1987, I was an usher at the wedding of Harry Somerset, Marquis of Worcester, to Tracy Ward. The wedding and ensuing ball took place in the grand Ward country house, attended by a large portion of British society, including the Prince and Princess of Wales. Late in the evening, while I was in my cups, a friend, Nicky Haslam, grabbed my arm and introduced me to Diana, who was coming off the dance floor. We exchanged pleasantries, me s..
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Just sitting in her private room was fascinating. Her magazines lay on the table, from to as well as her newspapers--the at the top of the pile, obviously, if distressingly. After I had spent ten minutes on my own, she swept in, gushing: "I'm so sorry to have kept you, Piers. I hope Paul has been looking after you all right." And then came what was surely one of the most needless requests of all time: "Would you mind awfully if Willia..
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Just sitting in her private room was fascinating. Her magazines lay on the table, from to as well as her newspapers--the at the top of the pile, obviously, if distressingly. After I had spent ten minutes on my own, she swept in, gushing: "I'm so sorry to have kept you, Piers. I hope Paul has been looking after you all right." And then came what was surely one of the most needless requests of all time: "Would you mind awfully if Willia..
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Eighteen years later, my daughter Holly was enjoying Prince William's twenty-first birthday party at "Grandma's house." A giant elephant had been constructed out of ice, and "shots" were being poured down its trunk and young ladies were drinking from it. Holly found herself kneeling with her mouth around it, glancing upward to see the Queen looking down at her disapprovingly. If Diana had still been alive, she would have laughed until she c..
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Her drawing room that morning was much like any comfortable, slightly formal drawing room to be found in country houses throughout England: the paintings, hung on pale yellow walls, were better; the furniture, chintz-covered; the flowers, natural garden bouquets. It was charming. And so was she, as she swooped in from a room beyond. I had never seen pictures of her without any makeup, with just-washed hair and dressed in jeans and a white T..
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It was 11 a.m. on one of those hot humid days of her last summer when I arrived at apartments 8 and 9 in Kensington Palace, where the Princess lived. The front door was open so I walked straight in. It took a few minutes before I found her butler, Paul Burrell, who apologized for not greeting me, and showed me to the loo. The walls were hung with cartoons depicting various events in Diana's life (including one of a huge pile of horse dung, ..
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