Larry King Quote

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 William joins us for lunch? He’s on an exeat from Eton, and I just thought that given you are a bit younger than most editors, it might be good for both of you to get to know each other.I’m sorry, but that would be terribly inconvenient, I replied sternly. Diana blushed slightly and started a stuttering Yes, of course, I’m so sorry… apology, when I burst out laughing. Yes, ma’am, I think I can stretch to allowing the future king to join us for lunch. The absurdity of this conversation held no apparent bounds. But before he joined us, Diana wanted a little chat. How’s your circulation? she asked. Bloody rampant, I thought, as she nestled into her sofa, radiating a surprisingly high degree of sexual allure.Oh very healthy, ma’am, thanks to you. She laughed, a tad insincerely. We discussed her mate Fergie. Can’t you go a bit easier on her? Diana pleaded, with genuine concern in those extraordinarily big, expressively deep, blue eyes.Well, she’s her own worst enemy, I replied. Look at this morning’s front pages--I mean, who the hell takes the Concorde the day after the papers reveal she’s 3 million in debt?I know, I know, sighed the Princess, but she means well; she has a big heart. It’s not easy for her. We debated the merits of Fergie, or even Diana herself, emigrating away from the media firestorm. Yes, but to where? I’ve thought about it often, but somebody would find me wherever I went. And then I saw a flash of real sadness in her face, a desperation almost to have her anonymity back, but knowing it is gone forever. I asked what it was like being Diana. Oh God, let’s face it, even I have had enough of Diana now--and I Diana. She screeched with laughter, and I saw her chameleon side. Able to switch so easily from misery to hilarity. It’s been ridiculous recently, just one thing after another. But I can’t stop the press writing about me, can I? You are hardly going to say ‘Oh, okay then, we’ll leave you alone.’ I would like to have a good break. I meet a lot of ordinary people, and they are always so kind to me. They shout out things like ‘Eh, Di, I know what you’re going through, luv,’ and I laughed and think: ‘If only you really knew. He’s worrying about his allotment or whatever, and I’ve got things like the future of the monarchy on my mind.’ More screeches--she has a great laugh. A really earthy infectious cackle. Like a Sloaney Barbara Windsor.