They wrote it this week: Why does a prince tell a lady she’s a pig?
Extracts from diaries and letters written between May 25 and May 31
[Strong had been staying in Wiltshire with the eminent photographer Cecil Beaton, whose other guest was the artist David Hockney.] One afternoon, while David was drawing Cecil in the studio and I lolled on the grass behind the house, a woman suddenly strode up and asked where he was. I said he was sitting for David Hockney and it was up to her as to whether she should interrupt or not. The intruder was Lady Mary Dunn, I learned later, and David gave a wonderful account of Cecil glimpsing her through the window and screaming, “It’s that fucking woman!”, then jumping up and opening the door with “Mary, darling, how wonderful to see you!”..
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