Won't be buying Tina Brown's The Diana Chronicles.
The reviews have been sickening enough with extracts like these: "There was no other rival for her heart but 28-year-old Charles Philip Arthur George, HRH The Prince of Wales, Earl of Chester, Duke of Cornwall, Duke of Rothesay, Earl of Carrick, Baron Renfrew, Lord of the Isles, and Prince and Great Steward of Scotland - or `Arthur,' as he liked to be called when he climaxes."
Or: "As she entered her 37th year Diana told herself she was looking for love but what she was really seeking was a guy with a Gulfstream."
Unless Ms Brown has been to bed with HRH The Prince of Wales how does she know what he says at moments of intensity? As for the Gulfstream jet, Diana had a divorce settlement of some £17m, and free accommodation courtesy of the Queen, so I hardly think she needed a sugar-daddy.
Nowadays it seems the dead are fair game for writers anxious to make a buck by passing on tittle tattle, and not even the thought of young men who need to keep the memory of their mother intact deters them.
Personally, I'd sooner play the piano in a whorehouse.