Royal reporters make it all up - doesn't everyone know that?

Seeing the royal hack pack in full cry on Monday reminded me of the week I spent with the late James Whitaker, the Daily Mirror’s chief royal correspondent. This was for a profile I was writing about him in a colour supplement in 1993. It was a memorable experience, not least because of the message he left on my answering machine the day the piece came out.

‘I know I said I didn’t care what you wrote, but you could have at least got your fucking facts right,’ he said. He then started listing the facts I’d got wrong: ‘Number one, the Princess of Wales did not call me “the big fat tomato”. It was “the big red tomato”. Number two…’ He was still going strong by the time the tape ran out.

The complaint was ironic, coming from a royal correspondent. After a week with Whitaker — who called himself ‘the man who really knows the royals’ — I’d concluded that he and his colleagues made up most of their stories out of whole cloth.