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October 4, 2007
Here’s a report on that fucking Diana inquest nonsense which I link to purely for the following two paragraphs:
Even though not all were present, the room, little bigger than a tennis court, was already crowded with nearly 30 lawyers and their clerks and at least 41 computers, laptops and screens yesterday. The cost of the investigation and inquest is expected to top £10m.
Only the bookshelves lining the walls – and most of the public gallery seats – were empty. Just a handful of Diana loyalists had turned up, the drabness of their clothes a poignant contrast with the sleek, besuited lawyers before them. One man had painted the words Diana At Last across his face with blue crayon. Outside the court authorities had arranged a marquee in the courtyard as overspill seating for spectators, but none turned up all morning and the rows of seats remained empty.
