In 1981 I woke up at 4 am on a July morning to watch Lady Diana Spencer marry Prince Charles. In 1997 I woke up at 4 am on a September morning to watch the funeral of Princess Diana. In between, I followed the life of an amazing woman. Today, I watched the concert that her sons, William (hottie) and Harry (ultra-hottie) put together in honor of what would have been her 46th birthday.
It was a great concert filled with a lot of great performances. I thought Bryan Ferry, Diddy (inspiration for this blog's title) and the Andrew Lloyd Webber showcase were the best. It was also very cool that Duran Duran were there, as they were her favorite band.
For those of you who are too young to remember, Diana called a lot of attention to causes with her celebrity. For example, when AIDS came along and people were petrified of the disease, she visited an AIDS ward in an English hospital and was purposely photographed touching a victim of the disease. That picture did more to ease people's fears than the tesimony of a thousand doctors could.
And like every person, she was flawed. But I, for some reason, identfied with her. The last time I was in London I went to the gardens in Kensington Palace and sat for hours. It was a year after she had died and yet people were still coming with bouquets of flowers to honor her life.
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