Extract from ADULT STORIES AND TABLOID TALES
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I well remember 20 years ago today and the death of Lady Di.
It was about about 2 or 3 in the morning when I switched on the radio.
Minutes earlier I`d been making love to my wife before going downstairs for a glass of water and cup of Decaf-tea.
As I waited for the kettle to boil I switched on the radio and heard LBC presenter Steve Allen say "The Princess of Wales is dead".
I turned on SKY News and it was true.
Though never a Royalist I was sort of stunned as most deaths are sad.
Ten/15 minutes later I rushed upstairs to wake my wife who at first thought I wanted more sex.
She started crying, not because I still had my boxers on but because I told her Diana was dead.
I remember the day of the funeral as I took SAM and ADAM to the park so that my Princess Of Wales loving wife could watch it in peace.
That is my memory of Lady Di.
1997 was my `Ray Winstone` period and Julie was her usual Glam self.
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