I got to hang out with a lot of twentysomething women who were running lesbianism like an American high school and I was the weird exchange student that was alternately hotter than a hot thing, cooler than cool to hang out with and totally the object of hate. Is it any wonder I am writing this book and breaking all these damn films down into tropes as a way of procrastinating about writing that chapter of my memoirs. I am kind of dense sometimes. (The Plain People of Hackney say 'Most of the time'.)
HSC is perfect crush material, witty, busty, unavailable, painted and fascinated that I knew all sorts of dead people that tie up with the people she is writing her PhD on. Specifically, I used to hang with Robert Lowell's widow Caro - but I spent so much time drinking vodka with Caro that my memory of that period, already compromised by 25 general anaesthatics, is impressionistic...But HSC is working on Lowell and goes 'Omigod, YOU KNEW CAROLINE!!!!'
I am a terrible old name-dropper and a constant social embarrassment.