James Hewitt is typical of his type. He likes people to see things his way. He no doubt is still enjoying his notoriety as the man who had the affair with the princess, and the still constant rumours that he is the father of prince Harry, which is, of course, nonsense. Considering Harry was born in 1984, and the affair began in 1986, that would be somewhat amazing, and totally impossible.
Anna Pasternak seemed to have had an unrequited love affair with her subject, who was enjoying his reputation as the lover of the princess, and I am astonished that this utterly ridiculous book is still available, and that people still want to buy it. Surely, those with some sense wouldn't even give it house room, and I count myself as one of those. I well remember the fuss when it was originally published and I certainly will not be buying it now. Oh dear, Mr. Hewitt. Sorry to hear that you are now penniless and feeling rather hard done by. Shame.