Sunday, November 03, 2002

2 NOVEMBER 2002
Princess Anne's daughter Zara Phillips and her love of three years, jockey Richard Johnson, called it quits this past summer. And now, with his autobiography "Out Of The Shadows" about to hit the shops, the horseman has explained the live-in relationship was "fun" – but that he's never experienced true love.

"I've no idea what love's like – I have never been in love," says Richard in the Mail On Sunday. "I admit I am not much of a romantic... Being a champion jockey one day is what is paramount to me. My career is first and foremost."
(From the erstwhile journal of record, "HELLO".)


Another biography from another bloody Johnson, but an Ulrika he aint. How can this Dick expect sales of his magnum opus to go through the roof if he doesn't "not show but tell" about some 100 year old nutbrown toothed, gin sodden harpy who spiked his drink and had her wicked way with him at Clarence House when he was a mere promising apprentice jockey?

He says "I've no idea what love's like". Well bedding a Windsor isn't the answer. A right loveless nest of vipers.

On the other hand if, as young Dicky says, "Being a champion jockey one day is what is paramount to me." then he should have stuck with the Windsors. Could learn a lot from mounting that grand old mare, "The Princess Royal" and popping her over the sticks a few times.

MORE FINE HEADLINES FROM "HELLO".




This should be a joyous event Sarah. So why the long face?!




When da fark did that happen?! Who are these women? Why wasn't I consulted?!. Which one of them got the mysterious very personal piece of jewellery? Is it true that one of these women is Koo Stark?

Good to see the jewellery won't be going to those malingerers who had their limbs blown off by landmines. I think they should be well satisfied with you allowing them to share your photo opportunities. A picture is worth a thousand hours of reconstructive surgery, Anyway the ungrateful bastards would have NO idea of how to wear a tiara with your style and grace.




Fergie remembers with great relish the lightly sauted neonate washed down with a glass of Bolly she had at Sardi's a decade ago.