Yes, I was struck by how much make up Princess Di had on and that her foundation was too thick and orange, though in pictures it looked better.
I swore to myself that I wouldn't curtsy. I said hello and acted natural. Or so I thought. When I got the souvenir picture of our meeting she's Amazonian and glamorous and gracious and I'm cringing and grinning like a toady.
My mum displayed that picture in pride of place for years until she died and I could remove it.
Clive James described Barbara Cartland's face as like a chalk cliff into which two crows had crashed.
I won't have a word said against her or Bob Monkhouse though. I had to ask celebs about their perfect Christmas. As you can tell by the fact they are both long-dead, this was some time ago.
Because of the lead time of the magazine I had to do it in September and it was a slog. They were so nice. I phoned Dame Babs and she asked if I did shorthand. I said I did and she said: 'Good. So many gels don't now and I speak rather fast.'
Then she rattled off some anecdote from Christmas 1847 when some dashing young Hussars fought a duel over her.
Bob Monkhouse told me a sweet story of everyday showbiz folk - he and his gorgeous wife Jackie were spending Xmas in their villa in Barbados when a freak hurricane blew everything down and took out the electricity, phones and water for three days in terrifying isolation.
But their lurrve and tinned food not only helped them survive but made their marriage stronger. It was veering into perviness, TBH but I left those bits out.