You can't help thinking Jephson's a fine one to talk. His portrait of Diana, many people thought, was simply misplaced values. The man she had worked with more closely than any other, who had signed a confidentiality agreement, sat down as soon as she died to write icily of her "denial mechanisms", of how she was "several people in one person", of her "style of aggression which, with sinuous dexterity, combined a radiant smile with a knife between the shoulder blades".