Okay here goes…

I haver never met anyone who mourned the death of Diana, beyond what you might expect following the death of any public figure.

I don’t know anyone who signed a condolence book. I don’t know anyone who travelled to her funeral. I don’t know anyone who admits to having shed tears.

I am sick of being told by the media that the whole country ground to a halt. I am tired of being told that my fellow countrymen were “united in their grief”.

To make it absolutely clear: I didn’t grieve. Nobody I knew did. Nobody I have ever met did.

Two boys lost their mother. Undoubtedly sad. Like any other death I wish it had not happened.

It is symptomatic of the media mind control that I actually feel anxious about writing this. Like I am coming out of some kind of closet. But I am tired of being told by the BBC how EVERYONE reacted over this. It wasn’t everyone. I doubt it was even a majority and it certainly wasn’t me.

Now we have Ten Years On…

Please, cover the anniversary. Celebrate her life. Honour her memory. But stop lying about the scale of the mourning.

To put it in context I remember a dark cloud over me the day Tony Wilson died. His life touched mine because I had the best nights of my life in his club, dancing like a loon to the music he found, recorded and promoted.

But I am sorry, that is as sad as I get over someone I have never met.