Flapper

I watched Barry’s band at the Cellar and afterwards I fell into conversation with Rowan Morrison, who I’ve not spoken to for a year or more.

She’s adopted a decadent ‘twenties look—ankle-length fur coat, matching fur hat, flapper hair, cigarette smoked elegantly, head held back superciliously . . . We talked all evening and she invited me back to her room on Avebury Street where she lives alone on the second floor.

We were up talking until the early hours and I slept on her floor.