The other thing I recall was after the funeral, many of my friends commenting on how "hot" William was. I believe that was the point at which he became somewhat of a teen heartthrob. It's funny to recall the cute, promising boy he was then . . . and the balding, decidedly unsexy man he has become
I remember buying a YM magazine with William on the cover and it probably wasn't even a year after Diana's death and he was being touted as His Royal Hotness. They were even soliciting girls to write letters to William to console him, which they were going to gather up and send over to England.
Ah, found a picture of the cover! I misplaced the magazine although I still have the little set of tarot cards that came with it.
My god.......not much left of that young hotty, is there? The older Wills gets the more he looks like an odd combination of Edward and Trigger, only the occasional glimpse of Diana. I always thought Wills was the looker between the 2 brothers, but these days I much prefer Harry.
I remember I was at home on a Sunday, with my at the time total loser boyfriend. I was devastated. I was glued to the tv all day, and the next day I went in to work and mostly the only people talking about it were the ones who were sick of all the coverage (fair enough) but there was such an air of 'who cares? She's nobody to me.'. One of my good workmates was in that brigade, and I have to be honest, it really changed my view of my friend. Not because she wasn't a Diana fan, but because she was so callous, very hard hearted and said some really mean things. I remember I said nothing to anyone about how I felt as though Id lost a loved one......I mean I didn't know the woman......but I'd grown up with her, she was very much a role model and an all-round icon for me. I admit that I had some glossy magazine spreads of her stuck to my wall, among the teen heart throbs and rock bands of the day (not because I fancied girls but because I just put her up there with the biggest celebrities!). I didn't track her obsessively, but I was an ardent fan.
I called in sick for work the day of her funeral, so could watch. My jerk boyfriend was hateful about it, said mean and completely unnecessary comments the whole time and I believe that day to be the day I realized I was with him only because it had become what I was used to. We split badly a few months later.
