Jean, without any sense of irony said, “Mmmmmm, Mmmmm, Enjoy” as if she had presented an eight-course gourmet meal, arms triumphantly gesticulating towards the feast. The maid had very kindly cut the pizza into eight pieces that were no bigger than a minuscule Ortolan.
Being in the theatre immediately inspired me (probably wrongly) to enthusiastically instruct the models using clichés such as, “Wonderful my Darling hearts”, “Fabulous my luvvies” and “It’s a triumph!”
It was a fraught and adventurous shoot, it has to be said, I risked life and limb by hanging over the edge of the top of the spiral staircase, with assistants holding my legs and jeans belt so I didn’t come to an untimely end.