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A gunman shot four men trying to kidnap her. When he demanded she get in his car, the 23-year-old princess looked him in the eye and said three words that changed royal history forever.
March 20, 1974. A Wednesday evening in London.
Princess Anne and her husband of four months, Captain Mark Phillips, settled into their maroon limousee after a charity film screening. It was just past eight o'clock. They were headed home to Buckingham Palace—less than a mile away down The Mall, the grand ceremonial road lined with British flags.
A completely ordinary evening for a royal couple.
Then a white Ford Es**rt swerved in front of them and stopped dead, blocking their path.
A man jumped out holding two pistols.
Inspector James Beaton—Anne's bodyguard from Scotland Yard—immediately exited the limousine. He assumed this was a traffic dispute, maybe road rage. As he approached the Ford, the man raised his gun.
And fired.
Beaton stumbled backward, shot through the shoulder at point-blank range. He tried to return fire, but his weapon jammed after a single shot. The man fired again—hitting Beaton in the hand. Then the stomach.
Beaton collapsed, bleeding from three wounds.
The chauffeur, Alex Callender, lunged from the driver's seat trying to help. The gunman shot him in the chest. Callender crumpled to the pavement.
Then the man approached the rear door where Princess Anne sat.
He fired through the windows. Glass exploded inward. He yanked the door open, pointed the gun at the twenty-three-year-old princess, and gave her an order:
"Get out. You're coming with me."
His name was Ian Ball. He was twenty-six, unemployed, and planning to hold the Queen's daughter for two million pounds. In his car he had handcuffs, tranquilizers, and a ransom letter already written.
He had planned this for months. He had weapons. He had surprise. He had already shot three people in under sixty seconds.
What he didn't have was an understanding of who he was dealing with.
Because Ian Ball had made a fatal assumption. He assumed a princess would react like a fairy tale—terrified, helpless, compliant.
He had picked the wrong royal.
Princess Anne looked at the armed man who had just shot her bodyguard three times and delivered three words that would echo through history:
"Not bloody likely."
She did not scream. She did not faint. She did not beg.
She simply refused.
Ball grabbed her arm, trying to drag her from the car. Anne held onto the opposite door handle with both hands, engaging him in what she would later describe—with magnificent British understatement—as "a fairly low-key discussion about the fact that I wasn't going to go anywhere."
A low-key discussion. While being held at gunpoint by a man who had already shot three people.
Years later, reflecting on that night, Anne explained her composure: "I was scrupulously polite because I thought it was silly to be too rude at that sort of stage."
Scrupulously polite to her would-be kidnapper.
She added: "I nearly lost my temper with him, but I knew that if I did, I should hit him and he would shoot me."
So instead of fighting, she did something more strategic. She kept talking. She kept him distracted. She kept him focused on her words instead of dragging her out. She kept herself alive.
Meanwhile, the chaos had attracted attention.
Brian McConnell, a journalist driving past, saw the mayhem and ran to help. Ball turned and shot him in the chest. McConnell fell.
Police Constable Michael Hills, patrolling nearby, heard the commotion and approached thinking it was a traffic accident. Ball shot him in the stomach. Hills collapsed but managed to radio for backup before losing consciousness.
Four men shot. A princess refusing to cooperate. A kidnapper growing more desperate.
That's when Ron Russell arrived.
Russell was twenty-eight years old, a businessman driving home from work. He was also a former heavyweight boxer—six feet four inches of solid muscle, built like the athlete he'd been.
When he saw the scene—shattered glass, bodies on the ground, a man with a gun—he first thought it was road rage. Then he recognized the royal crest on the limousine. And he saw Princess Anne struggling at the door.
Ron Russell made a split-second decision.
He walked straight up to Ball and punched him twice in the back of the head.
Ball spun around and fired. The bullet missed Russell by inches, shattering a taxi windscreen behind him. Russell didn't retreat. Instead, he positioned his body directly between Ball and Princess Anne—a human shield, fully expecting to be shot.
"I honestly thought I was going to die," Russell later said. "But I didn't care. I still believe that the life of a member of the Royal Family is much more important than mine."
For precious seconds, Russell stood there—unarmed, unprotected, staring down a madman with two guns—buying time.
Sirens wailed in the distance. More police cars arrived. Ball realized his plan had failed. He turned and ran.
Detective Constable Peter Edmonds chased him on foot and tackled him within minutes. The kidnapping attempt was over.
When police searched Ball's Ford Es**rt, they found his ransom letter addressed to the Queen—pages of elaborate, delusional demands. A psychiatric evaluation later diagnosed him with schizophrenia. He was sentenced to indefinite detention at Broadmoor, a high-security psychiatric hospital.
He remains there fifty years later.
The injuries that night were catastrophic. Inspector Beaton had been shot three times and had continued trying to protect Anne despite bleeding from multiple wounds. Four men had been shot defending a single person.
Against all odds, all four survived.
The day after the attack—less than twenty-four hours after a gunman had fired at her repeatedly—Princess Anne returned to her royal duties. The British press marveled. The world took notice.
That September, Queen Elizabeth II held a ceremony at Buckingham Palace. She awarded Inspector Beaton the George Cross—Britain's highest civilian honor for courage. She presented George Medals to PC Hills and Ron Russell. She gave Queen's Gallantry Medals to PC Edmonds, journalist Brian McConnell, and chauffeur Alex Callender.
When the Queen placed the medal around Ron Russell's neck, she said something that transcended protocol:
"The medal is from the Queen. But I want to thank you as Anne's mother."
The incident revolutionized royal security overnight. Before March 1974, protection for royals was relatively light—a single bodyguard, minimal training. After Ball's attack, everything changed. Security increased dramatically. Training became rigorous. The idea that someone could nearly kidnap a royal yards from Buckingham Palace became unacceptable.
But what captured the world's imagination wasn't the policy changes.
It was Princess Anne herself.
Her response—"Not bloody likely"—became instantly legendary. It was so perfectly, quintessentially British: understated, firm, with just a hint of irritation at the inconvenience. It was courage without theatrics. Defiance without hysteria.
Here was a royal who refused to be anyone's damsel in distress. Here was a twenty-three-year-old woman who faced a madman with a loaded gun and essentially told him to bu**er off.
In the five decades since, Princess Anne has become the hardest-working member of the royal family, regularly completing more official engagements than any other royal. She's known for her no-nonsense demeanor, her refusal to tolerate fuss, and her unwavering dedication to duty.
But that night in 1974 defined her forever.
It proved she wasn't just a princess in a palace—she was someone who took her responsibilities seriously and would not be anyone's victim.
Princess Anne survived that night because seven brave people risked everything to protect her. Inspector Beaton absorbed three bullets. Ron Russell stood as a human shield. PC Hills radioed for help while bleeding out. Brian McConnell rushed toward danger. Alex Callender defended his passenger. PC Edmonds made the final tackle. Captain Mark Phillips stayed between Ball and Anne.
But she also survived because she refused to cooperate with someone else's plan for her life.
That refusal—delivered in three calm, slightly annoyed words while glass shattered around her—became one of the most memorable moments in modern royal history.
Four men were shot that night. All survived.
One princess was targeted. She refused to be a victim.
And one kidnapper learned the hard way that not all royals fit the storybook.
Sometimes the most powerful act of defiance is simply saying no.
Sometimes courage sounds like irritation.
And sometimes the most British thing you can do when someone tries to kidnap you at gunpoint is to be scrupulously polite while telling them absolutely not.
Not bloody likely, indeed.

This. This right here is why we train women and hold classes and host Heels and Holsters Orlando Ladies Shooting Group.
Events like this aren’t usually out of the blue. They’re expected. But someone can’t be arrested because you THINK they’re going to do something bad. So that wasteland in the middle of fear and bad action is where we come in.
We don’t just teach how to sh00t. In fact that’s a very small part of it, only about 5% when everything else we teach didn’t work (or wasn’t implemented).
We teach body language cues, situational awareness, physical security such as locks alarms and cameras.

I don’t know the exact layout of the office but we also can do a site survey at your home or office to show you vulnerabilities and to come up with a plan to prevent things like this. Policies to put in place.

This was sad to read 😞
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