Less of the 'no idea' business Pat... I would remind you that not all women get to park their own private personal artics in the ideal place for a semi-public pee.
The person I'm thinking of was before 1960 a West End and Chelsea character, a hard-drinking bohemian and sometime ballet dancer... ten years older than me, part of that slightly alarming post-war lot. One late drunken night in the Fulham Road she vanished under a lorry, disappearing completely. A telltale trickle seeped out though.
Been trying to remember her name. Am I getting Alzheimer's?
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