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Introducing Andrew,
the latest royal to get
the Crown treatment
HE’S largely unknown, but this is
actor Tom Byrne getting into charac-
ter as Prince Andrew for the next
series of Netflix drama, The Crown.
Byrne was filming scenes for a
Buckingham Palace Easter egg hunt
in the spring of 1984.
He was joined on set by Emma Cor-
rin, 24, who had a baby bump under
her purple smock dress as she played
Princess Diana, and Josh O’Connor,
29, as Prince Charles.
Byrne will play the Duke of York as
he meets Sarah Ferguson. The couple
wed in 1986 and divorced in 1996. The
upcoming fourth season of the
Crown, set in the 1970s and 80s, will
also cover the duke’s service in the
Royal Navy during the Falklands War.
It won’t touch on more recent
events in which he stepped down
from his royal duties over his friend-
ship with paedophile Jeffrey Epstein.
Creator Peter Morgan says the
show will finish on season five
which will take the monarchy ‘into
the 21st century’.By Emma Powell
Showbusiness CorrespondentThe real thing: Andrew in 1978 Joining the cast: Tom Byrne as Prince Andrew
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on this
March 3, 2020
FRom tHE dailY mail aRcHiVE
MARCH 3, 1960
Sergeant elvis (the Pelvis) Presley, his
two years of army service over, flew home
to america from Frankfurt. the screams of
american and Scots teenagers competed
with the noise of aircraft engines when
Presley’s plane landed en route at Prestwick
where elvis signed autograph books at the
U.S. air Force base.
MARCH 3, 2000
aS the 84-year-old former Chilean dicta-
tor, general augusto Pinochet, was flown
home to Santiago yesterday, the British
taxpayer was left with the bill triggered by
Pinochet’s arrest in London in 1998. the
legal charges for the 16-month court battle
[after Spain issued a warrant for Pinochet
on murder charges] plus his round-the-
clock security look like topping £15 million.HaPPY biRtHdaY
ronan Keating, 43. the irish singer-
songwriter was working in a Dublin shoe
shop when he saw an advert for auditions
which led to him becoming frontman of
Boyzone. his first solo single was When You
Say nothing at all from the soundtrack to
richard Curtis’s film notting hill. Keating
said: ‘as soon as he mentioned the title, i
was hooked.’ the song reportedly made the
film’s Julia roberts cry when she heard it.
miranDa riCharDSon,
6 2. t h e B a f t a - w i n n i n g
actress, right, played ruth
ellis, the last woman to be
hanged in Britain, in Dance
With a Stranger (1985) and
Queenie in Blackadder ii.
She became interested in
falconry aged 12 and says of
the birds of prey: ‘i love
them, they’re fascinating, and there is a
bond; it’s not the same as a dog or a cat but
they do get bonded with specific people.’boRn on tHis daY
ronaLD SearLe (1920-2011). the
cartoonist from Cambridge was the creator
of the St trinian’s School comic strip series.
During World War ii , Searle was captured
by the Japanese and worked as a forced
labourer helping to build the Burma rail-
way. he documented his experience in
hundreds of sketches which he hid under
the mattresses of men dying from cholera.
JameS Doohan (1920-
2 005). the actor, right, who
was among the Canadians
w h o l a n d e d o n J u n o
B e a c h d u r i n g D - D a y,
auditioned for the part of
montgomery ‘Scotty’ Scott
in Star trek. When asked
w h i c h n a t i o n a l i t y h e
thought worked best for
the character, Doohan said: ‘it’s got to be a
Scotsman if he’s an engineer.’ he is forever
associated with the catchphrase ‘Beam me
up, Scotty’.on maRcH 3...
IN 1894, William gladstone resigned as
prime minister, aged 84.
IN 1973, Slade notched up their fourth no1,
with Cum on Feel the noize.WoRd WiZaRdRY
GUESS THE DEFINITION: Fringilline (c1850)
a) relating to a mushroom. B) Fruity.
C) relating to a finch. Answer below
PHRASE EXPLAINED
Tail wagging the dog: a small component
dominating the whole. From the 1800s, it
alludes to a happy dog wagging its tail so
much its entire body moves.QUotE FoR todaY
What a queer thing life is! So
unlike anything else, don’t you
know, if you see what I mean
P.G. Wodehouse, English writer (1881-1975)joKE oF tHE daY
What’S yellow and stupid?
Thick custard.
Guess The Definition answer: C.FROM PREVIOUS PAGE
someone with the right-sized
shoes and returned with them,
a cap and cigarettes.
as he approached he talked to
hu g h e s t h r o u g h t h e f r o n t
window, trying to distract him
from the back of the car, where
the two firearms officers were
moving forward with their guns.
howse leant in and dropped
the things hughes had asked for
into the car and kept on talking.
‘i told him the waiting car was
his for the taking, including me
as a hostage — if he would let
the woman go. it became obvi-
ous from his attitude there was
little chance of this happening.
‘if he was going to make a run
for it, the hostage was his only
chance of escaping. i think she
realised this as well and she
became hysterical and began
pleading with him again.’
hughes told howse to back
off, but the officer held his
ground, determined to stay
close enough to react to what-
ever happened next.
he had made up his mind to
tackle hughes when he left the
car, to go for his legs, hoping he
would slip on the ice so he could
pin him down until help arrived.
‘Behind me i could hear the low
throbbing of the getaway car,
whose doors lay invitingly open.’
hughes leaned towards gill,
telling her to get ready to move.
But she was now a long way
past following his instructions.
her shoulders shook and she
wailed her refusal.
hughes became angry, then
incensed. and then he lost
control. after a stream of threats
directed towards gill, he did
what he had done so many times
before in his life of petty crime,
violence and broken relation-
ships: he blamed someone else
for problems of his own making.
he screamed at gill, ‘it’s
your fault!’
‘Just release her, Billy ...’ howse
called out, but hughes had
finally snapped. Shouting ‘Your
time is up!’ he swung the axe at
g il l. S h e s h r i e k e d , d i v i n g
forwards towards the car door.
howse sprang up. Plunging
through the rear window, he
grappled with the raging hughes,
who struck gill a glancing blowon the side of her head with the
axe. She screamed and shrank
further into the corner.
hughes brought the axe down
again, this time on howse’s
forearm. Fortunately it landed
on its flat side.
in the dark of that confined
space, howse struggled to
protect gill with one hand while
trying to wrestle the axe from
hughes with the other — when
a shot rang out.
one of the firearms officers
had made it to the rear passen-
ger window and fired at hughes.
the bullet skimmed off the door
and penetrated his scalp, where
it remained embedded.
‘Bloody hell,’ hughes groaned,
yet fought on, struggling with
howse for the axe. gill cowered,
screaming, against the door.
the armed officer raced round
to the driver’s door and fired
again, his shot entering hugh-
es’s left shoulder blade and
travelling up into his chest. But
hughes still wouldn’t go down.
Just in time, the second armed
officer arrived at the front of the
car, took aim and fired. inside
the vehicle, howse felt hughes’sbody shudder as he fell back-
wards, finally losing his grip on
the axe in his death throes.
howse prised himself from the
c a r, h i s a r m n u m b f r o m
the blows of the axe. he saw
gill still cowering in her seat
and helped her from the car.
‘are you all right?’ he asked.
She moved her head slightly,
staring straight ahead, before
being taken off to hospital.Some time later, a police super-
intendent came and sat beside
her bed, and gill listened as he
quietly told her everything
that had happened back at
Pottery Cottage.
When he finished, she said
steadily, ‘there’s no one left
then?’ he reached for her hand
and said in a voice thick with
emotion, ‘no, love. no one.’
Shortly after, a police photog-
rapher arrived to take pictures
of her injuries and found her
‘sedated and almost supernatu-
rally calm; awake but with no
emotion whatsoever.’
to friends who visited her, she
said: ‘Don’t feel sorry for me, feel
sorry for the ones i’ve lost.’
But she revealed her real
emotions to feature writer
Lynda Lee-Potter, who inter-
viewed her in considerable
depth for the Daily mail.
at their first meeting, Lee-
Potter recorded: ‘gill wept
convulsively with her arms
tightly wrapped round her
body, swaying backwards
and forwards.
‘horror and grief annihi-
lated her.’
n giL L moran managed to
rebuild her life, despite all
she had endured and the
loved ones she had lost. She
married Jim mulqueen and
moved to ireland, where she
still lives. She signified to the
authors her consent for the
re-telling of her story.
THe Pottery Cottage
Murders by Carol Ann Lee
& Peter Howse, published
on March 5 by Robinson at
£18.99. © Carol Ann Lee &
Peter Howse 2020. To buy a
copy for £15.20 (20 per cent
discount; P&P free) go to
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until April 30, 2020.