Someone needs to tell Paul Burrell that there can only be one queen in a palace.
And someone needs to tell the BBC to stop wasting airtime with the prat.
And if he ever goes on the radio again, he should have his throat cut. Whining horrid voice. Hateful man. Go away. I hope the New World Order MI5 black-helicopter UN oppressors of the British Establishment kill you when they finish off the rest of the Royal arselickers and subject us all to the Evil Machinations of the Brussels Eurotrash greysuitocracy and replace our Free and Sovreign monarchy with a nasty alien federal euro-superstate. I can't wait, if it gets shit like this out of my face.
Maybe I'm just cross at seeing him lap up all that money. Prat. I hope when William and Harry go round to his tabloid-funded hideout in the USA they beat the crap out of him, steal all the shedloads of dosh he's been raking in, get arrested by the local police, and get sent down for life for attempted murder, so they can never inherit the throne and we can be a proper republic and get shot of the lot of them.
No, and I don't have any clear idea why that Burrell bloke makes me crosser than the royals themselves do. Do I distrust him just because he worked as a personal servant? (not, whatever they say, a butler, though he might have been one of them as well) Is it my residual workerism wanting the man to get a Real Job? The Old Labour hatred of deference, doffed caps, and working class Toryism? (Which is a Force that is strong in these parts - how the hell else did that bitch Thtacher get elected)
Ooooh. My prejudices are showing. There is something unmanly about being a servant. Burrell may not be gay - I haven't the slightest idea whether he is or he isn't, but he is camp, as camp as Christmas with fairy lights. He's enough to turn a man homophobe.
Yuck.
And that there Diana wasn't much better. Like everyone else I always thought it was a conspiracy but I'm not so sure now. You don't need a conspiracy to kill cokeheads with learning difficulties who drive around town late at night at 100mph pissed out of their heads on brandy and champagne. You just need to stand back and watch.
And WTF does the whinging valet of Blackpool (if he's not from there he ought to be) keep on droning on about having a UK inquest? If he suspects the British Establishment of doing her in, how does he think he is going to get any truth from it? Or is it just that he (or his ghostwriter) want to keep this deeply old story alive for a few weeks more to get some more royalties off the gullible sycophants who buy into the Diana Death Cult?