This is the first blog post I have written about the Royal family and I see no reason why it should not be the last.

I am not the least bit concerned about royalty, but I am concerned that the BBC has provided the ammunition its enemies can use to kill it.

When the golden couple got married in 1981, the Prince of Wales, true to the tradition set by many of his royal forebears, was already playing away.  The marriage was probably doomed from the start, needing no further damaging blows from Martin Bashir.

The journalist, Yasmin Alibi-Brown, has suggested that the royal family is Britain’s new religion.  Certainly there are thousands of very silly men and women who worship at the shrine, adorning their homes with tea towels, jugs, mugs, mirrors, pictures and press-cuttings, all manner of tat concerned with royalty. They are the ones leading the pack of royalty worshippers who are fed by the tabloid press and paparazzi.

Diana had her problems long before her interview with Bashir. Colonic irrigation is not a mark of normality and she chose her men badly. Her sons, whose hearts now bleed, were looked after by servants,  while  she messed about with unpleasant rich men.  She died, in a dangerously driven car, with Dodi Fayed, rich playboy son of the obnoxious Mohamed Fayed. Her death did not bring an end to the sycophantic gluttony of the British people, fed their daily dose of royalty pabulum by the Daily Express, Sun and other sellers of waste paper.

The royalty worshippers among the British public are just as guilty as Martin Bashir and the BBC.