I still remember waking up on the morning of the 31st August, back in ’97 and switching the TV on. The first thing that struck me was that both presenters on GMTV were wearing black and it all seemed a little weird, until one of the presenters said, with a pretty plain voice, “We can confirm that the Princess is dead…”
It’s rare that I feel deeply for celebrities and public figures when they pass but I remember feeling numb for quite some time. Indeed, the whole of London had an sombre atmosphere of sorrow and heaviness for at least the following week, with small outbursts of anger being sprinkled in conspiracy theory. On the day of her funeral, London was deathly silent (Literally) and it wasn’t until some days later that I realized the impact her death had on a worldwide scale.
She was, as Tony Blair coined, the People’s Princess, though. I tend to think that she is one of only a few celebrities who’s death is overshadowed by their life. Nobody is perfect but, in the face of shunning from the Royal Family, infidelity of her husband and the constant hounding of the paparazzi, Princess Diana did a damn good job of holding herself together with the elegance and class that surpassed that of the aristocratic mess she mixed with.
The world remains a darker place without her… *cue Elton John*