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    I don't think it's still there as it's under different ownership.

    Btw, Dodi's fiancee was allegedly on a different yacht at the same time as Diana was visiting!

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    The whole article is much more interesting than the short paragraph at the end about Diana. Growing up, being evacuated, being blown up by the IRA & not only losing her father but one of her twin sons, too. Gandhi, India, inheriting a title in her own right, etc etc etc...

    or maybe it's just interesting to me as a Brit?

    Not many people remain who can tell stories like Lady Pamela Hicks and her big sister, Patricia, Countess Mountbatten of Burma. But, then, few people ever witnessed the history they did. The only children of Louis, Earl Mountbatten of Burma—and great-great-granddaughters of Queen Victoria—the sisters can recall going to tea with Queen Mary, having Mr. and Mrs. Simpson come to one of their parents’ weekend house parties at Adsdean, the family’s estate in Sussex, along with King Edward VIII, and being evacuated from London on the eve of the Blitz to New York, where they were billeted by Mrs. Cornelius Vanderbilt III at her colossal residence at 640 Fifth Avenue, a vestige of the Gilded Age.

    Their third cousins Princesses Elizabeth and Margaret served as bridesmaids for Patricia, while Pamela was a member of Elizabeth’s wedding party in 1947. Pamela had to rush back to England for the occasion from India, where her parents were Britain’s last Viceroy and Vicereine, and where she herself would become fast chums with Gandhi and Nehru. In 1952, she set off as a lady-in-waiting on what was to be a six-month tour of the Commonwealth with Elizabeth and Philip, a first cousin. One week out, Pamela was one of the few people with the couple in Africa when word arrived that George VI had died and Elizabeth was now Queen. So while Pamela is 84 (and Patricia is 89), it’s no wonder that her new memoir, Daughter of Empire: Life as a Mountbatten, stops at age 24. There was so much to get in.


    Yet the ensuing decades continued to be eventful for both sisters. Pamela married celebrated interior designer David Hicks, and Patricia enjoyed a long and fascinating marriage to John Knatchbull, the seventh Baron Brabourne, a movie producer whose credits included A Passage to India and numerous Agatha Christie adaptations. In 1979, their world was upended when a bomb planted by the IRA on a fishing boat off Ireland killed their father, along with one of Patricia’s seven children, her mother-in-law, and a local boy. Patricia and her husband were gravely wounded.


    Patricia resides in a grand but cozy Queen Anne–period manor in Kent that is called Newhouse. “Because it was built around 1690, and replaced an older house that had stood here since about the 14th century,” she explains.


    Patricia, whom her sister describes as “the personification of the stiff upper lip,” is regarded as one of the most formidable women in England. The Queen, who reportedly described her as “fierce” growing up, is said to call on her for advice, and even gets slightly flustered in her company. Patricia has possibly more titles and styles that any woman in England. And they’ve not been just been for show. She was Colonel-in-Chief of Princess Patricia’s Canadian Light Infantry for 33 years, until she retired, in 2004. “When I turned 80, I said, For goodness sake, I can’t drive a tank any longer,” she explains.


    Most exceptionally, she succeeded to the Earldom that was created for her father in 1947—through a rare “Special Remainder” granted to military heroes without male heirs. Thus, she and Lord Brabourne were one of the very few married couples in England each of whom held a peerage in his or her own right. The couple’s eldest son, Norton, 66, will inherit both of his parents’ titles, since the Special Remainder allows the Earldom to pass to “heirs male of her body.”


    Despite Patricia’s eminent position, however, it is apparent soon after meeting her over tea and a delicious vanilla cake in the kitchen that there is much warmth underneath the forbidding exterior. The cake was baked by “the daily,” who arrived at Newhouse when she was 16. “She’s 60 now,” says Lady Brabourne, as she is generally called.


    “Neither of us can cook!” says Lady Pamela, ensconced in a sitting room at the Grove, her splendid Georgian-style house in Oxfordshire. To illustrate her point, she tells the story of what happened the last time she attempted anything in the kitchen, several decades ago: “I was staying alone at an aunt’s flat in London. She told me there was a can of spaghetti in the pantry.


    “She said, ‘All you have to do is put it in a saucepan of boiling water.’ But what she didn’t say is, you had to pierce the can. She said just plunk it in, so I plunked it in. About half an hour later, I heard a noise like an atom bomb.”


    Ah, that must be the spaghetti ready, she thought. “I went to the kitchen. It was festooned on the ceiling.”


    After a recent knee replacement, Lady Pamela was persuaded by her three children to give up, after 34 years, her “set” in the venerable but elevator-free Albany building in London and live here at the Grove full time.


    “Would you like a whiskey?” Lady Pamela asks me as soon as I arrive at noon. Notwithstanding her major bouffant and regal bearing, Pammy is generally considered the “fun” one.


    Their father was born in 1900 at Frogmore House at Windsor Castle; with Queen Victoria present, he was also christened there as Prince Louis of Battenberg (the family followed the example of the British royals during World War I and Anglicized his name, changing it to Mountbatten). His father, the son of a prince of Hesse, had married a granddaughter and namesake of Queen Victoria, Princess Victoria.


    As the youngest of four children, Louis, who was known in the family as “Dickie,” was not in line for a large inheritance, but in 1922, when he was a dashing young naval officer, he married one of the wealthiest and most beautiful heiresses of the day, Edwina Ashley (granddaughter of financier Sir Ernest Cassel). In 1939, after her father’s death, the couple and their young daughters moved into Broadlands, a spectacular Palladian stately home, on 6,000 acres in Hampshire.


    Imposing as this setting was, Louis and Edwina were anything but conventional. “My mother had endless boyfriends,” Pamela explains during our chat. But she had one special lover who more or less moved in with the family, Lieutenant Colonel Harold “Bunny” Phillips, a “thrillingly handsome,” 6’5” officer in the Coldstream Guards. Her father, meanwhile, enjoyed a decades-long relationship with Yola Letellier, a gamine Frenchwoman, upon whom Colette based her 1944 novella, Gigi.


    “It was a very unconventional marriage, but brought about by love, really,” says Pamela. “My father adored my mother and wanted her to be happy. So it was his idea to bring Bunny, whom we adored, into the family. And he had Yola. So it was an extended family intimacy, but it worked very well indeed.”


    The term “open marriage” was probably not used at the time, but Pamela has no problem with it. “As long as the marriage works for the people concerned, I don’t see why it should be so disapproved of by those not in it.” Her parents, she goes on, had “a tremendous partnership … but it wasn’t a domestic lovey-dovey clinging-together relationship.” It was all quite loose. The summer of 1935, for example, the girls said good-bye to their father at his naval base in Malta and traveled by a train with their nannies, while Edwina and Bunny hopped in a Hispano-Suiza. In August, when they reached a small hotel in the remote Hungarian mountains, children and guardians were deposited, while the lovers sped off to continue their holiday. Unfortunately, Edwina lost the sheet of paper upon which she had jotted the name and location of the hotel, and thus there was not a word from her until October. As snow was beginning to fall, the hotel was offering limited service, and Mussolini was preparing to invade Abyssinia, Edwina finally reappeared, with Yola, having retraced the route, much to the relief of the nannies.


    Such family lore has long entertained—as well as astonished—the sisters’ children. After reading Daughter of Empire, their incredulity only increased. Certainly, Inter-War Upper Class English child-rearing was different. “Our children said they were so shocked by our upbringing,” Pamela says. “We said, ‘What do you mean? We had a blissful childhood. We were loved by the nannies, whom we adored. You automatically love your mother, even if you don’t see much of her. But she was so glamorous and exciting. And our father was fantastic. So what do you mean, we had a neglected childhood?’ We got very cross with them for suggesting that.”


    (Pamela’s daughter India, the model and entrepreneur who was a bridesmaid of Princess Diana, recalls once asking her mother if she needed therapy after being abandoned. The reply? “Oh darling, your generation is much too emotional and indulgent.”)


    From their infancies, Patricia and Pamela were accustomed to meeting the great and good. Queen Mary often came around, to visit her cousin Princess Victoria, the girls’ grandmother. “Very frightening, Queen Mary!,” Pamela says with a laugh. “Upright! No slouching for Queen Mary. You really had to mind your p’s and q’s when Queen Mary was around.”


    In the summer of 1936, a weekend house party included Wallis Simpson and her husband, along with King Edward VIII. Simpson presented her hostess with a cold chicken from Fortnum & Mason, which everyone thought odd. Mr. Simpson left after only one night, but the others remained, which prompted “a good deal of talking among the adults.” That December, the King renounced his throne for “the woman I love,” to the shock of seven-year-old Pammy. “I was surprised to learn my cousin Lilibet and her sister Margaret Rose would actually have to live in Buckingham Place…. This took some digesting,” Pamela writes.


    In later life, Pamela saw quite a bit of the Duke and Duchess of Windsor. “Whenever I was in Paris with my father he’d ring up the Duke: ‘I’ve got Pammy with me,’ he’d say. ‘Would you like us to pop around?’ The Duke would whisper, ‘Oh Dickie, let me see…. Wallis is going to the hairdresser at 2:30. Come at 2:30.’


    “The Duke wanted to reminisce about his old regiment, his English past, etc., and that stuff bored Wallis to death,” Pamela explains.


    “She was the most marvelous hostess,” Pam admits of the Duchess. “Her houses were perfection. At giving parties and serving food, she was the best.”


    But did she have any warmth? “No. She was an American hostess,” is her answer.


    “She was hard-hearted,” she continues. “I was shocked that she got this man to give up the throne of England, with the idea that she would devote her life to him. Instead of which, she had Jimmy Donahue [a rich American playboy and heir to the Woolworth fortune]. I remember the Duke being in tears with my father, saying, ‘Wallis is with Jimmy.’ He had no alternative [other] than her.”



    Another celebrated hostess the Mountbatten girls got to know was Mrs. Cornelius Vanderbilt III, when she ruled New York society. In June 1940, the girls (who are one-eighth Jewish, from their great-grandfather Cassel) were put on the SS Washington, the last passenger liner to cross the Atlantic carrying children, and deposited at chez Vanderbilt. Grace Vanderbilt, who was known as “the Kingfisher” for her relentless pursuit of European royalty, had previously attempted to make Louis Mountbatten a husband to her only daughter, Grace. In fact, it was on the Vanderbilt yacht, The North Star, that he met and fell in love with Edwina. “But she bore no grudges,” Pamela writes of Grace.


    “Considering that she really didn’t like children, she was good with us,” recalls Pamela, who along with her sister was enrolled in Miss Hewitt’s Classes on East 79th Street. “But weeks would pass without us seeing her. We had the whole upstairs floor with our governesses. I’d been to palaces that were bigger than 640 Fifth, but you couldn’t get grander. Everything was marble, gold, and crimson.”


    Following the end of the war, in October 1946, one of the first big events in English society was the wedding of Patricia to John Knatchbull, who had been her father’s aide-de-camp in India. Descended from an old aristocratic Kent family, he was the 7th baron and 16th baronet Knatchbull, and would become a successful movie producer.


    Under torrential rain, the royal family, led by the King and Queen, entered Romsey Abbey for the ceremony, along with the handsome young Prince Philip of Greece and Denmark—the son of Louis Mountbatten’s sister Alice. When Philip casually took the coat of Princess Elizabeth as they arrived, the press assembled outside caught this first hint of a royal romance, and a media frenzy ensued.


    Patricia and Pamela had long known about Elizabeth’s crush on Philip. The future queen had “clocked him,” as Pamela puts it, when she visited Dartmouth Naval College with her parents when she was 13 years old. “She never from that moment thought of anybody else. It was a real love match,” says Pamela.


    The Princess, however, had to bide her time until she reached a suitable age—and could convince her parents to agree to the marriage. “The King and Queen were appalled,” Pamela recalls. “The thought that he might become a son-in-law was most unwelcome. Why wasn’t she marrying some respectable English duke? Yes, he was a Prince of Greece and Denmark. But very suspect, Greece—they get rid of their royal families regularly. And he had no money.”


    Not making things any easier was Philip’s well-known bluntness. “He’s never been one to flatter. He was not the courtier they were used to,” says Patricia.


    But that, combined with his famously off-color sense of humor, is what both Mountbatten sisters find so endearing about him. “He’s apt to say what he thinks,” says Patricia. “But it’s not with malice. He is a more sensitive person than most people imagine.”


    “It’s gotten him in so much trouble in the past with the press, but it’s only in the last several years that they have realized he is not a buffoon,” says Pamela. “He is a very clever man who has made it possible for her to attain the success she has. He breaks that awful ice that forms invariably in every situation they come into. People always stiffen up when she comes into a room. So he makes a really bad joke and it breaks the ice.”


    As Patricia began her married life, Pamela, aged 17, embarked upon another long journey in March 1947, flying with her parents to India, where her father had been appointed to be Britain’s last viceroy, with a mandate to oversee the British withdrawal. She was not brought along just for the ride. “I was thrown right in—told to make speeches, host events,” she says. “That was their attitude to life. If you were part of the family, you were going to have a job. And it wasn’t, ‘now, darling, would you like to do this?’


    “There wasn’t time for introspection,” she adds. “There was such a rush to get everything done, one didn’t sit around thinking, Oh, we’re making history. It was, have we got enough bandages for tomorrow?”


    She came to know well the country’s two great leaders, Mahatma Gandhi and Jawaharlal Nehru, about whom she writes:


    You often hear about great men, but when you meet them, generally they fall off their pedestals pretty quickly. Not Gandhi and Nehru. From the first moment you met them, you knew they were the most extraordinary people you would meet. My father referred to Gandhi as his ‘one-man army.’ He said it would have taken a whole division of the British army to put down a riot the way he did walking into it alone. My father was not religious at all, but he genuinely looked on Gandhi as a saint. Of course, saints can be notoriously hard to live with—for normal people—and Gandhi was right up there at the top of that lot. On a day when it was vital to get him to do something, for example, it would be his weekly day of silence. Nothing could get him to speak. My father would be so exasperated.
    The exalted man did have a “wicked” sense of humor, however. “He was a great tease,” says Pamela. “When he did his great fast, he was nearing death and everyone was really frightened. My parents had been away, but the minute they got back they rushed to see him. ‘So, it takes a fast unto death to get you to come see me again?’ he said to them, with sparkle in his eye.”


    Edwina, meanwhile, fell in love with Nehru, and remained close to him until her death in 1960, at the age of 58. But Pamela maintains, contrary to what many people thought, that the relationship remained platonic. “It was not a sexual relationship, but every bit as deep,” she says.


    After the ceremony at Westminster Abbey, it was on to Buckingham Palace. “I suppose that was my first time on the balcony,” she says. “We went there regularly later. But it’s quite a sight the first time you see it—all the people like pinpoints, and the crowd surging to the gates of the palace.”


    In January 1952, Pamela departed with Elizabeth and Philip—who had honeymooned at Broadlands—on their tour of the Commonwealth. Elizabeth had asked Pamela to be one of her two ladies-in-waiting on the trip because “we could have a good giggle together.”


    But the laughter, like the trip, was cut short when King George VI died unexpectedly, at age 56, on February 6. Elizabeth was one of the last people in the world to know; her party had spent the night at Treetops, a tiny lodge built in the fork of a 300-year-old fig tree in a remote game reserve in Kenya. Since there were only four bedrooms, just Pamela, Philip’s private secretary, Mike Parker, and a guide, spent the night with the royal couple, while the rest of the large entourage moved on to the next stop.


    As Pamela recounts, after the King was found dead by his valet, his principal private secretary called London at 8:45 A.M. and used the code word “Hyde Park” to inform the prime minister and Queen Mary. Signals in cipher were then sent out to Kenya immediately—but no one in Government House, Nairobi, could decipher them because the governor had taken the codebook with him to Mombasa, where he was due to meet the royal party.


    The news first reached Martin Charteris, the princess’s private secretary, while he was waiting in a hotel lobby, and a local reporter who had just heard a Reuters newsflash approached him ashen-faced. Charteris was then able to reach Mike Parker on a phone at a fishing lodge where the royal party had moved after Treetops. After confirming the news, Parker told Philip.


    “We had been up all night looking at wild animals,” Pamela recalls. “It was so spectacular. The next day, she was in a sitting room writing a letter to her father describing it, saying, ‘Oh Papa, you would love this.’ Then Philip came into the room and said to her, ‘Let’s go for a walk outside.’ Mike and I, of course, watched from the window. Sailors are used to walking the quarterdeck, backwards and forwards, with their hands tied behind them, which he did with her. Then, suddenly, everything stiffened up.


    “I lost my head, of course, knowing that she adored her father and he worshipped her. I went and gave her a hug, like you would do for someone who’d just lost their father. Then, I thought, Oh, goodness, she’s Queen. And I dropped a really deep curtsy.”


    In November 1953, Pamela accompanied the Queen and Prince Philip on the reconstituted tour of the Commonwealth, which lasted six months and took them to 13 countries. Early on, the young Queen was shy and prone to self-doubt. “Before she had to make an appearance, she’d say, ‘If only mummy were doing this; she does it so well. I’m not spontaneous like mummy.”


    Needless to say, she quickly grew into her position—a key part of which was learning to control her emotions. Not surprisingly, Pamela has no patience for people who have criticized the monarch for not showing feelings: “She had to learn to control all her emotions. You don’t cry in public, you can’t show you are tired, you can’t show you are bored. Your own emotions are entirely not to be considered. And you have to train yourself to smile yet again,” she continues. Pamela saw first-hand how taxing this can be. “Sometimes we would be in motorcades for hours. It is just physically impossible to smile the whole time. Occasionally you have to relax your facial muscles. But whenever she did, since the car was going so slow and we could hear everything, we’d hear someone in the crowd say, ‘Doesn’t she look cross.’”


    Daughter of Empire ends with an account of the spectacular naval procession that took the royal party back to London on the reconstituted Commonwealth tour in 1954. The following decades were eventful for both sisters. Their lives were shattered on August 27, 1979, when I.R.A. operatives detonated a bomb planted on their father’s fishing boat, off the coast of Ireland. Pamela and her children had remained behind at the family’s nearby holiday home, Classiebawn Castle, and were uninjured. The bomb killed Louis Mountbatten; Patricia’s son Nicholas, 14; her mother-in-law, the Dowager Baroness Brabourne, 83; and a boat boy, Paul Maxwell, 15. Gravely injured were Nicholas’s identical twin, Timothy, Patricia, and her husband (who died in 2005). Patricia’s face alone required 120 stitches. With the passage of time, she has been able to wryly refer to it as “my I.R.A. facelift.” But all along, she and her sister have showed extraordinary courage and grace as they dealt with the tragedy.


    Through a rare “Special Remainder” sometimes granted to military heroes without male heirs, Patricia succeeded to her father’s earldom; her eldest son, Norton, 66, will inherit the peerage, since the Special Remainder allows it to pass to “heirs male of her body.” (The recent choice of Louis as one of Prince George’s middle names confirms, according to royal watchers, that the Windsor family continues to highly esteem the late Earl Mountbatten.)


    “My father and mother-in-law had had good long lives,” says Patricia. “The overwhelming tragedy is the local boy and my son, who were just starting their lives. And it was a great worry that Timothy would suffer—he and Nicholas were soul mates. He did suffer greatly, but he overcame it. We were all able to cope thanks to enormous support from our family and friends, and we also had worldwide support from the public. We just went our way through it, the way we have to get on with life.


    “We all very strongly believed that to be bitter would make everything so much worse. Being bitter gets you nowhere. It is corrosive and it consumes you.” Last year, the Queen met with the former I.R.A. commander Martin McGuinness, who is now deputy first minister of Northern Ireland. It is believed by some that he authorized the 1979 bombing. (McGuinness has strongly denied any involvement.) Many in England were appalled that Her Majesty shook his hand, but not the Mountbatten family.


    “She was absolutely right to do that,” says Patricia. “I very much approve of anything that will bring about peace. The whole point is to work toward a peaceful solution.” Pamela echoes those sentiments: “What is the point of bitterness? It achieves nothing. We just hope that people who used to live together in peace will be able to do so again.” Not surprisingly, Hicks has already had entreaties from publishers asking her to write further volumes. During her 38-year marriage to celebrated interior designer David Hicks, who died at age 69 in 1998 and whose clients ranged from Helena Rubenstein to Prince Charles, the couple socialized with a mixture of royalty, café society, and entertainers that was truly dazzling.


    When I float the name of the late Princess of Wales by Lady Pamela, she initially offers a couple of positive remarks, then lowers the boom: “She had enormous charisma, she was beautiful, she was very good at empathy with the general crowd … and she had no feeling at all for her husband or his family. Quite the reverse!


    “She was really spiteful, really unkind to him—and, my God, he’s a man who needs support and encouragement. [The marriage] absolutely destroyed him. He looked grey and ghost-like. Now of course he’s blossomed again.


    “She made everybody believe she’d been thrown to the wolves. Such nonsense! She was given the Queen’s favorite lady-in-waiting, Sue Hussey, to help her, to teach her. But she didn’t want to be told anything. ‘That’s boring, Sue,’ she’d say. Instead, she wanted to listen to her music and go disco-ing or to some jive concert.


    She didn’t try. She had no need to try because she saw the people admired her, then they admired her more. She reckoned she was the star.


    “But one memoir is enough!” says Lady Pamela, ending the interview and dashing any hopes of a sequel. Alas!

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    That's a lot to read, how about summarizing it.

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    wow, i'm guessing a whole book would kick your ass



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    Quote Originally Posted by witchcurlgirl View Post
    wow, i'm guessing a whole book would kick your ass
    I'm waiting for the movie version. It's under development as "Inglourious Biddies" and Tarantino is directing.

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    ^ At least the music will be good.
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    Quote Originally Posted by rollo View Post
    I don't think it's still there as it's under different ownership.

    Btw, Dodi's fiancee was allegedly on a different yacht at the same time as Diana was visiting!
    Whoa! I hope that's covered in one of the books I ordered.

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    ^ I don't know if it is but Google will probably show the interview(s) the 'fiancee' gave.

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    Found this:

    The biggest splash came in mid-August when a sobbing 31-year-old model named Kelly Fisher sued Dodi after he jilted her to take up with Diana. Having suffered the demise of an engagement sealed with a sapphire-and-diamond ring, Fisher accused Dodi of failing to pay her $440,000 in “premarital support” which, she claimed, he had pledged in return for her giving up modeling. (Exhibit A: a check for $200,000 that he had written to her on a closed account.)

    Fisher sold her story to Rupert Murdoch’s News of the World and the Sun for an estimated $300,000 to $450,000. She claimed that while Diana was on one Fayed yacht she and Dodi were on another, making love. She said that Dodi kept an “astonishing array of weapons,” and that he was “flabby and out of shape” and so germ-obsessed that he traveled with Handi-Wipes and oxygen tanks. (After Dodi’s death, Fisher dropped her suit.)
    Dodi's Life in the Fast Lane | Vanity Fair

    And a more detailed article here:

    Diana returned to the Jonikal in August. The fact that she came back for a second visit so soon really shows her loneliness more than it does a passion for Dodi. Her two sons were at Balmoral, one of the Queen’s castles, with their father, Prince Charles, and their grandparents the Queen and Prince Philip, as was their August habit. Diana wasn’t being invited around to the great English estates for long weekends. She had become too famous. It was too difficult to have her stay. Strangers gathered at the gates to get a glimpse of her. Helicopters hovered. She really had no place to go. The Jonikal invitations were perfect. A splendid yacht. A helicopter. A private plane. Guards to keep the paparazzi at bay. She probably knew that she was being used by a social climber for his and his son’s advancement in London society, but in high society it was a fair deal. Each benefited. However, I think it is safe to say that Diana didn’t know that Kelly Fisher was on another family yacht, waiting for furtive visits from Dodi, with whom she had been in a relationship for nearly a year. Diana had already played that scene in her marriage to Prince Charles. The guards assigned to Dodi and Diana by Mohamed Al Fayed must have known about Kelly. Two different ladies on two different yachts were being romanced by the same billionaire’s son. The shrine to the eternal love of Diana and Dodi, on view at Harrods, doesn’t have quite the same impact once you hear about Kelly’s role in the story. It’s still tacky, but it’s no longer touching. It’s calculated. What Al Fayed has created is a shrine to himself: “Look at how I have suffered” is the message.

    It’s a pretty-well-known fact that Dodi’s father ran Dodi’s life. Kelly thought Dodi’s demanding father was taking up his son’s time. It amazes me how long it took her to catch on that her fiancé was having an affair. On August 10, 1997, the paparazzi snapshot that became known as “The Kiss” appeared in the Sunday Mirror. The picture left no doubt that Dodi and Diana were romantically involved. Kelly was toast. She must have known that she was no match for the Princess of Wales, and she hotfooted it back to Hollywood, where she immediately hired the well-known Los Angeles attorney Gloria Allred to file a breach-of-contract suit against Dodi. I called Gloria, whom I have known over the years through a multitude of cases. She described to me her press conference with Kelly to announce the lawsuit, which she called a tale of romance and betrayal. Gloria has written a soon-to-be-released book about her cases, entitled Fight Back and Win, which includes Kelly’s lawsuit. As Allred writes, Kelly was standing there next to her, but she was too overcome with sadness and tears to speak: “Ms. Fisher is emotionally devastated and traumatized by Mr. Fayed’s mistreatment of her. She is unable to speak to the press today because she breaks down in tears whenever she begins to relive what she has personally suffered.” There’s no question that they thought they had the case of the year, and that the sympathy and spotlight would shift to Kelly as the wronged woman. “We think the Princess should know what has happened with Ms. Fisher and how she and her family have suffered and are suffering.”
    Kelly even offered to meet with the Princess of Wales to tell her what Dodi was really like. The Princess did not reply to the invitation. And then, days later, the lovers were killed in the Alma tunnel. Kelly did the proper thing and withdrew her breach-of-contract lawsuit.
    http://www.vanityfair.com/society/fe...i-fayed-199712
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    Quote Originally Posted by boytoy View Post
    That's a lot to read, how about summarizing it.
    I think that you'll find that I already did, excerpt you missed it because you were looking for the pictures.
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    Reading this while keeping in mind the previous comments about what Diana should have expected, this stood out to me:

    The term “open marriage” was probably not used at the time, but Pamela has no problem with it. “As long as the marriage works for the people concerned, I don’t see why it should be so disapproved of by those not in it.” Her parents, she goes on, had “a tremendous partnership … but it wasn’t a domestic lovey-dovey clinging-together relationship.” It was all quite loose.

    Then this struck me as well:
    Pamela’s daughter India, the model and entrepreneur who was a bridesmaid of Princess Diana, recalls once asking her mother if she needed therapy after being abandoned. The reply? “Oh darling, your generation is much too emotional and indulgent.”

    I think it speaks volumes for both the class and the times the sisters were brought up.
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    Interesting comments and articles. Those old sisters are the first to throw anyone they don't like under the bus. The comments about an open marriage are code for their father was bisexual and into kinky sex with young dudes. Fun! The Wallis Simpson and Jimmy Donahue comment is interesting since Jimmy was rich rich rich and gay gay gay and supported the Windsors for about a decade. The cold chicken comment about Wallis is that she had made it a fashionable appetizer and that's why she brought the host one.
    I suppose jive concerts is the upperclass way of saying black concerts. I thought Diana was super into Duran Duran and as funky as the Fab Five are, I don't think they are jive.
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    neither was rick astley, another one of diana's favourites.

    whatever, i still love these snobby old hags. they're way classier and more entertaining than pukey the histrionic attention-whore ever was.
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    Neither is Elton John.

    The over-emotional histrionics is just embarassing, in a class that has historically balance duty & private self-indulgence.

    since Louis was famously gay, I don't see the "big reveal"??? As the daughter says, it's what worked for them; he had done his "duty" by marrying & producing offspring at a time when homosexuality was outlawed. The couple didn't have to stay married since divorce was available to the upper classes, even more so after WWII.
    Edward & Wallis were irresponsible at best and dangerous traitor who intentionally put allied lives at risk by divulging secret plans to the Germans. She had no idea how to relate to the people in the circles that she wished to be & entertain in. Yes, the upper classes are a closed shop but they would have accepted her if she hasn't attached herself to a morally corrupt, emotionally stunted, near idiot (with a tiny dick) who sabotaged his own "career". But let's face it, she did the royal family a massive favour as otherwise he would have been king longer & that would have been even more disastrous to the British & Commonwealth, ESP during WWII.
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    But she was only a kid and led a sheltered and disturbed life.

    IIRC she liked Supertramp too!

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