Goodman bit. my secret nights as an angel was the News of the World's headline four days later. The story gave birth to an eerie new image of Diana as a compulsive ambulance chaser and death groupie. Private Eye came up with a "Di-no Card," which said, "I, the undersigned, wish to make it clear that in the event of any injury, mental breakdown, life-threatening disease, or other such personal tragedy, I do not wish under any circumstances to be visited by the Princess of Wales." But better to be the butt of jokes than to be busted for rendezvous with a young Muslim doctor.
It was worth it. The relationship with Hasnat Khan was the most fulfilling she had ever had. "I found my peace," she confessed to Lady Bowker, widow of the diplomat Sir James Bowker, according to biographer Sally Bedell Smith. "He has given me all the things I need." The doctor didn't want anything from her. She reportedly offered to buy him a new car, and he proudly refused. He had a dread of personal publicity. He was not interested in high life or fashionability. His one-bedroom apartment in Chelsea was a mess, and there was a bit of a paunch under the old T-shirts he wore when he was off duty. He loved what was best about Diana—her compassionate nature, her desire to embrace humanitarian causes. Diana intended to turn the former equerry's room in her apartment at Kensington Palace into a basement den for "Natty," as he was known, so that he could pop open a can of Budweiser and sit around watching soccer. On weekends, when the staff was off, she would try her hand at cooking him dinner. "Marks & Spencer have got these very clever little meals that you just put in the microwave and you put the timer on and press the button and it's done for you!" she marveled to Simone Simmons.