July 30 2015 Latest news:
“My my at Waterloo Napoleon did surrender,” as Abba famously said though I’m not so sure they had the strongest command of the English language at the time.
I went to London for the weekend. I must admit, dear readers, that while I am most fond of Suffolk, the county of my birth − in all its diversity, from my small Felixstowe flat with sea views (distant) to my boyhood fields and streams in the west − it is nice to escape once in a while. And of course, in London, there is much to do. In fact, I decided to have a little explore and found myself, with a friend, driving past 46 Lower Belgrave Street – the scene of the infamous murder of Sandra Rivett by Lord Lucan. I think I can safely say, without likelihood of being sued, that he did it. A story, of course, that has given us journalists a lot of material over the years and one that, in fact, inspired me to join the trade. I also went on a little pilgrimage to Kensington Palace, just to have a look, and Chester Square, to see where grocer’s daughter Lady Thatcher spent her final years.
My plain-speaking-photographer-friend-Lucy, who’s getting married, doesn’t like being photographed.
Kylie wasn’t the only famous person in Suffolk last weekend.
Virginia Woolf, Augustus John, Rupert Brooke and me.