Remembering the ‘people’s princess’

I was at an illegal rave in the ruins of a castle in Kent, dancing outdoors as the sun came up over the Thames estuary. Someone sat in a car to roll a cigarette, and turned the radio on.

When he emerged, looking shocked, saying that Diana was dead, we thought he was having an auditory hallucination. We kept dancing. There were no mobile phones back then, no social media.