While we average people mingled downstairs, the famous people remained in the upper restaurant. Each of us were awaiting our ‘audiences with’ and I knew that at 10.20 pm I would be taken upstairs to meet Sammy Davis Jr. I both hoped and feared that he would return downstairs with me and spin me around the dancefloor. If anyone could magically change me from being a klutz, it was Sammy.
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The funeral next door was an all night affair with police protection. At one point a toddler clambered up the front of the house and climbed into my office window. Shocked I pushed him out only to catch him by the ankle. Setting off to deliver him to his parents I forgot my task and tried to check myself into A&E instead.
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My friend A returned from her world travels abroad looking exactly like Anne Widdecombe. It wasn’t just her mind that had expanded obviously.