We all go through phases. When I was about to turn 40, I dyed my hair jet black and finally finished that horror novel I had been writing. The book was published in 2009, and subsequently I became involved in the horror writer’s global community and attended several World Horror Conventions. There, I finally met in person members of the Dark Continents Publishing Company, folks I had been corresponding with on Facebook for a few months. We hit it off, and I ended up joining them on staff. It wasn’t a paid position, but in the 4 years that the company existed, I had a direct hand in editing and marketing several dozen books for many up and coming international horror authors.
One of the books we published in December 2011 was an anthology titled “Phobophobia”, and there was a formal book launch in London at the Forbidden Planet Megastore in Piccadilly Circus. It sounds as cool as it was! I had a story in the book, so of course, I had to go. I took time off work and jetted off to Britain, building in a few days to shop and sightsee. This is how I ended up at Harrods on a rainy Thursday afternoon.
If you ever visited Harrods during the Al-Fayed years, you know how opulent it was. I’ve been to all of the old school department stores in New York, Chicago, etc but 2011 Harrods was unique because it had so much space with lots of dark corners, boutiques within boutiques, Harry Potter movie sets and stores, tons of marble, and the hallowed lower ground floor candle lit shrine of Dodi and Diana at the foot of the Egyptian escalator. Their portraits hung beneath a pyramid-shaped display case containing a ring Dodi had allegedly given Diana and the wine glass she used in her last meal. It was a solemn memorial, but I didn’t really care for it – there was a distinct lack of warmth due to all of the brown stone colors and uninspiring white floral arrangements. But as a Princess Diana lover, I’m still disappointed that it was removed in 2018 by the new owners, the Qatari Royal Family.