Wednesday, June 25, 2003
Princess Diana died on the morning of my 21st birthday. Which, as presents go, was pretty impressive. And at the time, what with the unphotogenic and distant Prince of Wales wanting to marry an even less photogenic horse, the Royal Family was seen as distant and worse still, possibly an anachronism. What a difference a few years, two old women dying and a jubilee make. Now Russian bloke touches woman is considered newsworthy. Meanwhile all the news services are more than happy to continue giving free publicity to a tedious Edinburgh fringe performer who, if his performance on telly the other night is anything to go by, fancies himself as a 'cultural terrorist' a la Chris Morris but doesn't bother with being funny at any point.
