Princess Diana

Hello sweeties It’s party time yet again and I have drunkled shampoo from Penzance to Pinner in an Amazonian effort to bring you all the skinny of the season. And believe me darlings, a girlie of my repute should not be in Pinner unless kidnapped by a gang of asylum seeking rapists. Ah the things… Continue reading Princess Diana

Princess Diana and the Paparazzi

It’s enough to make me bleedin blood boil, it really is. Three froggie paparazzi have just got away with taking pictures of our Princess Diana, God bless her, on the night she died. It’s flippin misbelievable. These so-called photographers chase the poor, lovely woman to her death, hound her into an underground grave, and they… Continue reading Princess Diana and the Paparazzi

Diana and Burrell

Is there no end to the indignities that poor Princess Diana must suffer? It’s bad enough that she is being portrayed as a slapper whose ex husband is cavorting around with an elderly horse-faced woman. Now we are told that her butler has been knicking all her best gear. First of all, just because the… Continue reading Diana and Burrell