Amanda’s talent for keeping the viewers guessing
O OUR amazement, letters released by the Ronald Reagan Presidential Foundation and Library in California reveal that Prince Charles found in the First Lady a kindred spirit. Until her death last year at the age of 94, Prince Charles continued to write to Mrs Reagan, confiding in her his heartbreak at the collapse of his marriage, his agony at the death of his beloved grandmother and his sympathy for Nancy’s anguish as her husband succumbed to Alzheimer’s.
Where we saw only her unnaturally frozen face and bouffant hairdo, he must have felt warmth and empathy. Where we imagined formal conversation of a clinical nature engaged in purely for form’s sake in the interest of our two countries’ special relationship, Charles found a genuine regard so profound he didn’t even wait for his plane home to land after their first meeting before penning an exuberant epistle PRESENTING BBC Radio London’s breakfast show yesterday, Saturday night’s terror attack prompted a flood of calls – among them ones from people who’d been caught up in the mayhem. In strangely robotic voices, eerily calm, callers spoke of eating, drinking and laughing with friends one minute, then fearing for headed: “Airborne between Washington and the UK” and featuring the unbridled and enthusiastic phrase: “I am a devoted admirer for life.”
Gentle Reader, do you find these snippets from this most unexpected of friendships endear Prince Charles their lives the next. Chillingly they described the streets of Southwark after police finally told them to climb out from cellars or beneath tables and run with their hands on their heads towards safety.
They saw blood pooled on the pavement. They saw ladies’ shoes and children’s toys abandoned by
GOOD old Amanda Holden. She’d titillated viewers long enough. She was about to reach peak exposure. There wasn’t much more flesh she could reveal without infringing public decency during the build-up to Saturday’s Britain’s Got Talent final. Ahead of the big night those who fancy being outraged were poised to take offence, their fingers hovering over speed dial as they prepared to register formal complaints. So what did she do? She spectacularly took the wind out of their sails by demurely trotting forth in a pure white fairy princess crinoline skirted Suzanne Neville wedding gown. What’s more, she looked convincingly innocent and utterly adorable. Bless La Holden. She works like a fiend to hone her enviable body into a lean, mean TV machine. She’ll stop at nothing to win headlines, create a buzz and give viewers an eyeful guaranteed to generate an instant response. Long may she entertain.
to you in ways you hadn’t thought possible? Do you find them an insight into his vulnerability, isolation and desperate need to love and be loved? Do you feel compassion for a prince who seems not to have been solely seeking approbation but equally happy to provide support to the roadside. One saw one of the terrorists wielding a knife and thought it was made of red plastic until her friend explained the weapon was covered in blood.
Dr Malik Ramadhan, consultant in charge of A&E at the Royal London Hospital, said his chief memory was that so many victims had been someone who had long faded from public view?
Prince Charles has not always been easy to understand. Could it be that his letters to Nancy Reagan unmask the man and show him to be just like the rest of us, aching to give and receive affection?
TALES OF LOVE AND HORROR FROM SITE OF APPALLING TERROR ATTACK
couples who’d been strolling across London Bridge hand in hand. Many had shielded their beloveds with their own bodies.
Never had his staff had to tell so many terrified husbands, wives, boyfriends, girlfriends and lovers about the injuries – some fatal – to their partners. Enough is enough.