News about Hunter Davies

Hi again, Margaret. I bet you have been waiting for the latest update on my affairs. I don't suppose you get much gossip up there in Heaven. I am telling myself that Miranda, the artist who came to my book launch on the Isle of Wight a few days ago, could be my new Best Friend. Which is a bit presumptuous as I have only just met her.

Hiya pet! Long time no see! That is not just one of my typical bad-taste, thoughtless remarks. The sort you said I was always making when I thought I was being funny, but it came out as hurtful and silly. This one has an element of truth to it.

Fergie has also become very muted about Andrew in general. She used to take every opportunity to praise him but no longer - aware that her media career depends on her keeping shtum about the unsavoury elephant in the room. Eugenie posted pictures of husband Jack with their sons but no mention of her own dad. Andrew was excluded from Garter Day, even though he remains a member and wore the robes to his brother's coronation last year.

RICHARD LITTLEJOHN: A grand total of three eco-mentalists, yep, three, brought Piccadilly Circus, the British Empire's epicentre, to a halt yesterday morning. Around the corner, seven people - yep, seven, or whoever these headbangers call themselves this week - staged a funereal march along the Charing Cross Road, reducing rush-hour traffic to a crawl. Goodbye, Piccadilly, We've closed off Leicester Square, It's a long, long way to Net Zero, But, frankly, we don't care!

EPHRAIM HARDCASTLE: Was Camilla happy to remain as Charles's mistress rather than marry him? Petronella Wyatt, she says, is a fan of Petronella Wyatt. In The Spectator, Mark Bolland [then Charles' deputy private secretary] 'I often breakfasted with him.' "I got the impression that it was Charles who wanted to marry Camilla, but she was content with a less formal relationship.' I never heard it that Camilla had any intention to be Queen Consort.' The oceans are full.

HUNTER DAVIES: On a Southern Vectis double-decker bus, one of our simpler pleasures since arriving in Ryde is riding a ride. Well, everywhere really. I love being at the little bus station at the end of the pier, looking at all the buses lined up, eager to shoot off to all parts of the island. When our bus arrives, Claire and I always want to get to first, then clamber upstairs to sit at the front, just like kids.