Well, there you go! Moving back to the UK, doing this book tour… No one can convince me these clowns are not all in it together. It’s absolutely ridiculous that serial cheater Spencer has shown nothing but disrespect to William by once again attacking his father and working with his traitor brother that only gives a crap about himself.
My heart breaks for Prince William. He really does get the impossible end of this.
William was 15 when Diana died. He wasn’t a commentator looking back on 1997 decades later. He was a teenage boy standing behind his mother’s coffin while the entire world watched. And now, nearly 30 years later, Charles Spencer has decided to reopen that week and put his own version of those events back into the public arena.
What makes it particularly uncomfortable is that Spencer’s version places himself at the centre of decisions about what was best for Diana’s sons, while William was actually there and old enough to understand far more of what was happening than Harry was. Spencer may genuinely believe he was protecting them, but William is the one who had to live with that day, that loss and everything that followed.
And then there is Harry, who has spent years reopening the same wounds from his own perspective. At some point, you have to ask what this constant excavation actually does to the person who has chosen not to turn it into a lifelong public grievance.
William has never had the luxury of being just Diana’s son. He grew up and became the man expected to carry the family, the institution and eventually the Crown. Every time this history is dragged back into the headlines, he is left with an impossible choice: say nothing and let other people define the story, or respond and turn one of the most painful chapters of his childhood into another public royal spectacle.
And Charles Spencer should not be treated as though being Diana’s brother automatically makes every recollection unquestionable. His relationship with Diana was complicated too. He fell out with her after withdrawing an offer for her to live at Althorp when she was desperate for somewhere to escape to after her separation. They eventually reconciled, but that history matters when he now presents himself as the definitive voice on Diana and what she would or would not have wanted.
What I find most distasteful is the endless monetisation of Diana’s tragedy. Montecito and Althorp have become two very different places from which the same old story keeps being mined: another book, another interview, another grievance, another version of what Diana wanted, what the family did wrong and who should be blamed.
And somehow William is expected to live quietly with the consequences.
I cannot imagine being 15, losing your mother in front of the entire world, growing up under that shadow and then watching your brother and your mother’s brother repeatedly reopen the story for public consumption.
Harry chose to make his grievances part of his public identity. Spencer has chosen to publish his recollections nearly 30 years later. They can both make those choices.
William did not choose any of this.
He was a child when Diana died. He has spent his entire adult life living with the consequences.
That deserves more consideration than another round of people picking through Diana’s life, her death and her children’s grief for their own narratives.
Some wounds do not become less personal just because three decades have passed.
So before another person decides to tell the world what Diana’s sons should have felt, what they should have done, or what their mother would have wanted, perhaps they should remember one simple fact:
William was there. He lost his mother too. And yet he has spent nearly three decades carrying the consequences without turning her death into an endless public reckoning.
I have now written a special message to the public giving great credit to His Royal Highness The Prince of Wales, fondly called “wombat” by the woman whose greatest story he is.
Prince William is the only person alive who loved Diana wholeheartedly!
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Thank you.
@colwight The system also wants it both ways - it will throw Jason Arday to the wolves because it's own credibility is at stake. But it will simultaneously add that he is a victim of racism, while never explaining how a 'racist' system promoted him in the first place.
I don’t view it as remotely amusing or a clever debating tactic to admit that you have a mob outside that would harm your opponent without security. How far the Oxford Union has fallen.
@RupertLowe10@Nigel_Farage It's a legal requirement under the Equality Act, councils have their hands tied until a Reform government can change it.
Rupert is a knowledgeable man who knows this but the guy running this account is making Rupert sound like an amateur.
I'm often called a boomer, it's meant as a slight and usually comes from younger males who think we had it easy.
They're posting from their double glazed homes with the heating on Fridges, multiple TVs, gym memberships, and they love playing on their X Box
keeping their working hours under 21 per week so they can claim benefit
The reality of being a boomer.
We had parents who served in a war and suffered a further 10 years of food rationing so
breast milk was scarce due to malnutrition.
Being born in a cold damp house heated by a coal fire, your dad's army coat was used as surplus bedding.
Vegetables were seasonal as were childhood diseases. We fought them all off Measles, Mumps, chicken pox and even scarlet fever.
The countryside was a world away, and you only saw grass if someone in The street had a car and took you there as a weekend treat.
We didn't need a computer to occupy our Sunny Delight hyper active minds, the journey, looking out of the window was the treat.
We walked everywhere,
We usually had just one fat kid in school not a full class of them with their allergies and syndromes.
We had one special outfit known as our ' Best Clothes' and these were looked after like the robes of an ordained dignitary.
Hygiene wasn't even a thing, there were no bathrooms, the toilet was at the bottom of the yard heated by a paraffin lamp to stop the pipes freezing.
The only hot water was the kitchen sink with a water heater known as a geyser .
Used frugally to keep costs down.
Teachers smoked in schools, everyone smelled of nicotine. Windows weren't opened till May as heat was precious.
Often the bills outweighed the income and were juggled for payment .
No automatic washing machines or dryers, mangles were in the back yard to squeeze out the excess water after a dolly tub wash .
You might have to research these items.
If you wanted to learn you had to read books, there was no Google short cut .
Communication was someone five doors down who might have a phone you could use as long as you took a threepenny bit to pay for it.
The operator would put you through!.
You didn't follow your dreams, you didn't dream, you just took a job to bring money into the house and tip up to your parents to help with the bills.
No spa days no film star beauty treatments no weekends away or hen nights abroad, two weeks in Blackpool once a year if you were lucky.
This went on till you could afford to start your own dreary journey of a life as a working class Brit in the very early 60s.
This is the same generation now helping fund kids and grandkids education or house purchases because you've blown it on take aways, tattoos, designer clothes, stag nights that last longer than family holidays, and other such self absorbed bollox.
Boomers have usually contributed at least 50 years of a 42 hour week so they can have time to themselves before some health issues steals what's left of their lives.
So if choose to use social media mind your own business and get up your own end!
One of my classmates at school 40 years ago was nasty to me in the playground. So I’ve suddenly decided to talk to the media about it.
I’m obviously a complete twat.
Now let’s think about how many people died prematurely because they couldn’t access scans or chemo or surgery.
Unlike other countries’ health systems the NHS closed to non-Covid patients.
There’s your disaster right there.
"I stepped down over the weekend because the buck stops with me. But I'd like to make one thing very clear, BBC News is not institutionally biased. That's why it's the world's most trusted news provider." 🤣🤣🤣