There were about two dozen of us.
Out of the gloom, wailing and flashing, a cop car flew at me.
In 1955, at the age of thirty-one, Alfonse was married in fairy-tale, even outrageous, circumstances to Clark Gable's friend, the fifteen-year-old Fiat heiress Princess Ira von Fürstenburg.
I went to one at the flat of two men who lived as women by night.
Alfonse turned to work and opened the property as a resort club for his rich and aristocratic connections, which he ran with the help of his cousin Rudi (Count Rudolf von Schönburg).
When I walked into the flat Geoffrey said, 'Hi love.
As I squeezed past her Margaret said, 'I've been dying to ask you, I hope you don't mind, but what' - she put her nose in the air and swooned like one of the Bisto kids - 'is that divine scent you're wearing?'
' by Carven,' I answered bashfully (because Margaret Lockwood had been a big star ever since in 1945).
While Margaret sat in a deckchair doing endless crossword puzzles, Bambi and I joined Toots and her boyfriend Simon Gough on the beach near the Lockwoods' summer villa at Cap d'Antibes.
Pepe said nothing as we came out and brushed past the flashbulbs.
His mouth was swollen and bruised where the stomach pump had been forced in (sometimes in an emergency, if the jaw is clenched, they have to break the teeth to do this).
'The show must go on!' he said in English, throwing off his pelts.
It was one of the nicest things about him.
And he passed out cold on the floor.
Marcel entered, looked down scornfully, looked at us, looked at the dressers and said, 'Take her knickers off.'
Capucine was on his feet in a twinkling - he wasn't going to let anyone see his .