I was a teenager when Princess Diana entered my life. It was early 1981 and she was all over the papers – the blonde who’d captured the heart of the dashing Prince of Wales. The girl who’d succeeded where everyone else had failed.
It was during my first job after leaving university. I was working on a small magazine aimed at foreign diplomats in London. My main duty was to attend hundreds of parties, where eye-wateringly powerful drinks would be served.
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