I lived across the street from a Safeway supermarkt. I could read the headlines on all the newspapers in the rack outside; you could tell when they'd gone to press by how the headline read. Diana + Dodi, Diana injured, Diana dead.
Then I turned on the TV news, watched in silence with my housemates.
I don’t have anything profound to say about the death of Diana. It did strike me at the time when people said that “and like the JFK assassination, you’ll always remember where you were when you heard” that for most of the British public, it would be “in the kitchen, making the first tea of the day”