sounded something like New England and the Square was probably St.George´s, and Diana came in and out of the arcade quite frequently with her flat mate who was of a different order of things. For one, she, allowed herself to be taken out but there was little or no chance of getting away with it with Diana. I personally thought Diana was too self conscious and homespun to consider casual dating, a means of further education or entertainment and lived in a world where her friends belonged to a very tight circle. I know of at least one very self assured predator in the vicinity who tried to get his convincing charms through to no avail. It speaks volumes for the so called randy Princess of later years. In fact, those stories, although probably quite true, never ever sounded real to me with respect to the girl I used to know. I suspected that whatever she did, she had either just discovered its attributes and felt too lonely to resist or it was done as a matter of careful deliberation with intent to hurt. Taking into account the type and nationality of the men she appeared to want to have serious affairs with, deliberation often comes to my mind and perhaps some sort of visonary idea of raising future princes of specific countries. One thing that got through to me in those early days though, was that she liked style and her eyebrows arched with that half smile that told you she fully appreciated things like the endless Burgundy Rolls Royce that slid past her front door with me at the wheel. Her very close friend and confidante, the girl who used to work in the Palace Press Office and who met her future husband Major Lyndsey during the Jordan Royal tour, did the same thing when our paths crossed outside the palace. I often wondered if these status