The Crown says angelic Diana was cynically exploited

BANG! You don’t see the car crash that killed Princess Diana in the new, and final series of The Crown.

But you hear it.

The Crown viewers will not see the car crash that killed Princess Diana in the final series – but you hear itCredit: Getty
Piers with Diana, with whom he developed a ‘surprisingly friendly relationship’
The Crown says angelic Diana was cynically exploited – but I know she could be a duplicitous little devil as well, writes Piers Morgan

The opening sequence shows a black Mercedes speeding past a Frenchman walking his dog down into the Pont de l’Alma tunnel in Paris, before viewers hear a loud deadly smash.

Seconds later, pursuing paparazzi on motorbikes screech to a halt, and some of them shamefully race to take photographs of the smouldering wreckage rather than help those trapped inside.

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Watching this brief but intense scene brought back incredibly vivid memories for me.


I was editor of the Daily Mirror at the time, and this was to rapidly become the biggest and most stressful news story of my entire career running newspapers.

It was also a personally very emotional one because in the last 18 months of Diana’s life, we’d developed a surprisingly friendly relationship and I’d seen at first-hand what a mesmerising, magical, mercurial, and sometimes maddening character she was.

Her tragic sudden death at just 36 shocked the world, and the public pathway to that accident can be charted back to a phone call I made to Harrods tycoon Mohamed al-Fayed on August 6, just three and half weeks earlier.

My royal correspondent James Whitaker had got wind from an impeccable source that Fayed’s son Dodi was secretly romancing Diana on the family yacht in St Tropez.

If true, it was a sensational scoop.

I knew Fayed well, so I called him.

For a few minutes he vehemently denied it but when I told him we knew it was true and were going to publish the story, he sighed and confirmed: ‘It’s very early stages Piers, but they seem very happy and are getting on very well.’

Saintly figure

When I asked if he was worried about an adverse reaction to the romance – Fayed was a controversial figure at loggerheads with the British government over their refusal to give him a UK passport – he replied: ‘No, it’s a simple case of two people falling in love and if people don’t like that they can go to hell!’

Then Fayed reminded me: ‘I hope it works out for them. Diana’s father Johnny Spencer was a good friend of mine, and we would meet twice a week for tea or lunch. Shortly before he died, he asked me to keep an eye on his family, so I have tried to do this.’

I knew this was true because Raine Spencer, Johnny’s widow and Diana’s stepmother, told me the same thing.

Yet none of this part of the story is recounted in The Crown.

Instead, Fayed is portrayed as a nasty piece of work ruthlessly setting up the couple as part of his war on the establishment, even tipping off a top Italian photographer named Mario Brenna to secretly snap the couple on the boat without Diana’s knowledge.

But that bit isn’t true either.

I know, because our sister paper the Sunday Mirror bought the photos and splashed them its front page three days after we broke the initial scoop.

The picture deal was brokered by another photographer named Jason Fraser, who later revealed he’d been tipped off by Diana herself – as he had been many times before – to come and photograph her on the yacht.

The real version matters because throughout this final series, The Crown casts Diana as a saintly figure being cynically exploited by both the Fayeds and the media.

And frankly, as with the scenes where Dodi supposedly proposes marriage to Diana but is rejected, I think that’s a load of old cobblers.

When it came to exploiting her love-life and the media, Diana was a master manipulator.

I know because several times she stitched me up like the proverbial kipper.

We first met in January 1996 at a charity event at the Savoy Hotel.

‘Ah,’ she said, mockingly, ‘the man who knows me so well.’

The sarcasm dripped from her regal lips like thick treacle.

‘Thank you, ma’am,’ I replied, ‘I like to think so.’

She wasn’t sure if I was being serious, so made her position clearer:

‘Honestly, you editors always think you know everything about me when we haven’t even met.’

‘Well, now’s your chance to enlighten me, Your Royal Highness,’ I laughed.

Mohammed al-Fayed vehemently denied Diana and Dodi’s romance but when Piers told him he knew it was true he admitted they were in the early stages of a relationshipCredit: Rex
Actress Elizabeth Debicki captures how dazzlingly beautiful and fabulously charismatic Diana was in The Crown

She eyed me up. ‘Hmm…I don’t have the time, I’m afraid…’

Then she giggled. ‘Or the inclination, come to that!’

But it turned out she DID have the inclination because a few months later I got an invite to have a private lunch with her at Kensington Palace.

It was one of the most surreal meals of my life, because Prince William joined us, aged just 13, and the food was served by her infamous butler Paul Burrell.

For two hours, she enlightened me about everything, and I mean EVERYTHING.

She talked about her lovers – promoting William to say he kept a photo of Will Carling’s then wife Julia on a dartboard and had ‘never laughed so hysterically’ as when, after James Hewitt spilled the beans about their affair in a tawdry book, I hired a white horse, which a Mirror reporter, in full armour, rode to Hewitt’s home to charge him with treason for sleeping with the wife of a future king.

Real sadness

But while she was excited for her future, she was also feeling vulnerable and over-exposed.

‘Oh, God,’ she said, ‘even I have had enough of Diana now, and I AM Diana. It’s been ridiculous recently, just one thing after another. But I can’t stop the press writing about me, can I? You are hardly going to say “Oh, OK then, we’ll leave you alone.” I would like to have a good break.’

‘Do you ever think of emigrating to escape all the attention?’ I asked.

‘Yes, but to where?’ she replied. ‘I’ve thought about it often, but somebody would find me wherever I went.’

And then I saw a flash of real sadness in her face, a desperation almost, to have her anonymity back, but knowing it is gone for ever.

‘I am under so much pressure all the time. People don’t know what it’s like to be in the public eye, they really don’t.  People shout out things like, “Eh, Di, I know what you’re going through, luv,” and I laugh and think, “If only you really knew.” He’s worrying about his allotment or whatever and I’ve got things like the future of the monarchy on my mind.’

After that lunch agreed with Diana that I’d let her know whenever we had a particularly sensitive story about her.

But she didn’t play quite as fair in return.

In May 1997, three months before she died, we got offered a story that she had gone to the Priory Clinic in London and given an inspiring speech to young women suffering from eating disorders.

I let Diana know, and she gave me an hour-long off-the-record interview on the phone about exactly what she’d said, and all her own experiences with bulimia and anorexia.

It was an incredibly powerful conversation, and she knew I was taping it.

She later signed off on every page of copy, and every headline, and thanked me for being so responsible.

Horrible betrayal

Then, at 9am the next morning, as the world disseminated my massive scoop, she issued a furious statement condemning the ‘sensationalised’ publication of ‘private conversations’ from her visit to the Priory.

I phoned her office to say I was going to reveal my source – HER! – by putting our interview on a phone-line.

But, as I could hear her whispering noisily in the background, her comptroller Michael Gibbins told me: ‘Oh the Princess doesn’t think you’ll do anything like that now you’re getting on so well….’

That was life on Planet Diana: a crazy, contrary, bonkers ride.

A few weeks later, all hell broke loose after William invited his nanny Tiggy Legge-Bourke, rather than his warring parents, down to the annual open day at Eton College, and she was pictured smoking and guzzling champagne.

Gibbins, at Diana’s behest, called me and various other editors to brief how ‘deeply hurt and angry’ she was about Tiggy’s ‘idiotic behaviour.’

The next day, we all splashed on her rage, only for Diana to issue a statement insisting she was thrilled Tiggy had gone and blaming ‘an employee in the office’ for speaking without her consent.

This was a total lie and a horrible betrayal of Gibbins, who was a very decent man.

So, although I loved her for many reasons – she was dazzlingly beautiful and fabulously charismatic, as actress Elizabeth Debicki captures so well with her brilliant depiction of her – Diana also had a very unpleasant and duplicitous streak that is never shown in The Crown.

She also knew exactly how to use the media to suit her agenda.

When Charles threw a 50th birthday party for Camilla while Diana was holidaying with the Fayeds that fateful summer, Mohamed called me from his villa early that morning to ask if our photographer would be near the beach at 9am.

Again, I could hear Diana in the background, issuing instructions to him.

I said he would, and at 9am sharp she came on the beach in a leopard-skin bikini and began doing cartwheels.

It was very funny, but also very clever – guaranteeing the next day’s front pages would be full of these pictures not Camilla’s big night.

Fayed rang that evening to ask me to fax the pages to Diana, and said she was ‘delighted’ when she saw them and sent her sincere thank you.

She was equally grateful on a previous occasion in 1994 when I was editor of the News of the World, after Jonathan Dimbleby’s bombshell authorised biography of Charles was published, in which it was inferred he’d never really loved Diana.

A Palace contact, phoning with her authority, said the Princess was ‘very distressed by this false claim’ and she wondered if we remembered photos of her and Charles on their second honeymoon on an island in the Bahamas.

The snaps were not published at the time because they were deemed too intrusive, but she would have no argument if we wanted to run them now. Because ‘they prove he loved me’.

Snaps of Diana and Charles on their second honeymoon in the Bahamas were not published as they were deemed too intrusiveCredit: AP1991
Fayed’s son Dodi was secretly romancing Diana on the family yacht in St TropezCredit: AP:Associated Press

We found the photos of Diana and Charles romping together in the surf, looking for all the world like the most loving couple imaginable, and ran them under the headline THE LIAR KING.

I’ve always wondered quite how much William and Harry knew about their mother’s regular collusion with tabloid editors and photographers.

Or whether they knew that in my case, we stopped using intrusive paparazzi photos of her looking in distress after she showed me shocking video evidence of foreign paps deliberately abusing her to make her cry, then selling the images to the British press by pretending she was upset about her divorce.

In fact, I led a campaign for a new stalking bill to come into effect to stop that kind of thing happening, for which she was very grateful.

All of this is worth remembering when you watch this series of The Crown, because none of it is included.

Instead, the British press is portrayed as a bunch of heartless scumbags, the Fayeds as devilish villains, and the Queen, shamefully, as a miserable, humourless, out-of-touch old crone when in fact Diana herself told me how kind and empathetic she had been to her throughout the break-up of her marriage.

And I can personally attest to the Queen’s penchant for a good laugh.

Do you enjoy hosting your garden parties?’ I once asked her at a Windsor Castle party in 2002 as we looked out over the magnificently tended green fields. 

‘Well, Mr Morgan,’ she replied, ‘let me put it this way: how would YOU like 12,000 complete strangers trampling on YOUR lawn?’

Then she burst out laughing. 

Notwithstanding all the factual irritations, and to be fair, The Crown’s writer Peter Morgan has always said it’s a dramatised version of the truth, I still enjoyed the first four episodes of this final series, albeit it felt more like a Lifetime movie than its classier predecessors.

But I’m bloody glad there won’t be another one trying to put a similar victim halo on the heads of Meghan and Harry – that would be beyond the pale!


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