Manolo says, daily readings from Don’t Hassel the Hoff. Today, page 171.
The glittering room at the Savoy was packed with chattering people when the decibel level suddenly dropped and all eyes turned to the tall woman who had just entered. She spotted us and walked over. I remember thinking ‘God, she’s tall.’ She had high heels on and was almost as tall as me. She was strikingly beautiful, with the face of an angel. We shook hands.
‘You look good with your clothes on,’ she said to me.
‘And so do you,’ I replied.
Diana laughed, blushed, and then looked coy. It wasn’t my imagination–she was flirting with me. Pamela elbowed me. She and Diana were both wearing almost identical Escarda dresses, so perhaps that had something to do with it.
On television, Diana always seemed humble and shy, averting her eyes and keeping her head bowed; that was the image I had of her – ‘Shy Di’. I knew she was separated from Prince Charles but I didn’t know anything about her private life or her attitude towards men.
Diana said, ‘What were we talking about?’
‘I have no idea’
‘Good – because neither do I.’
The word of the Hoff!0