It all started with Mrs Peeler’s floral dress. A simple label, stitched in black, saying it was especially for her! [..]

The shoes were scarlet red, with pointed toes and a very shiny finish. When she wore them, she felt like dynamite. [..]

I met him at Saint Martins College. I thought it was romantic, like the song. As it turned out, I was much too common for him, but it didn’t matter then.
At the time, he published a magazine. It was very good, with tracing paper and everything! I thought he was a genius, or a spy! [..]