I'm sitting in my room, Blur's Modern Life is Rubbish is playing on my Sony MiniDisc and I'm cyber-conferencing in a private suite with WADE who I've 'met' via the DIANA, Princess of Wales discussion group on the net.

WADE: It touched a lot of people in different ways. The Memorial Service was a way of letting us share our grief.
Finn: But I don't get it. Has the US media picked up on the 'conspiracy theory' yet?
WADE: What do you mean?
Finn: The fact that there are no photographs of Di between 20:00 and the time of her death. That sounds genuinely suspicious to me.
WADE: Whatever, but that won't bring her back. Maybe it'll turn up on '60 Minutes' in a few years. You know, 'Di was killed by the CIA' or something like that.
Finn: Maybe...
WADE: But, you know what? I think the service was one of those sick, over-the-top media circus things, journos wandering around sticking tape recorders in people's faces, digging for a story cos they couldn't get inside.
Finn: Sick! But what about the girls there? I heard a lot of them were really out of it.
WADE: They were. I'm sure some were tripping just to get through it. You know, one woman's placard said 'Diana was Jesus: She died for your sins,' which is total crap. She died because she couldn't deal with the press and because she wasn't wearing a seat-belt.