The study next door I did differently using water-based stains and as the walls here were lime plaster too I painted them in a mixture of umber and orange, yellow and green.
This I then washed down and sealed so that the room ended up far better than I could have imagined, taking on the warm shades of the walls of an Italian palazzo (I thought anyway).
Slightly older than the other houses in the crescent, like many of them it had been a lodging house, so every room had its own gas meter and some had washbasins.
To date I’ve written two drafts of the script and am halfway through a third.
The house where the story happened, 23 Gloucester Crescent in Camden Town, is currently lived in by the photographer Antony Crolla though many of my belongings are still there.
On one occasion we were treated to a picnic, with one of our hosts bringing with him his teenage son plus a bottle of wine, hoping that Sue would take the young man into the woods and initiate him into the arts of love.
None of them had any doubt that this was a woman of the world whereas Sue was actually quite shy and couldn’t see that she had given them any cause to think otherwise. with Nigel Farage the guest and Ian Hislop and Paul Merton their usual genial selves.
The police officer who shot Mark Duggan is to be returned to firearms duty just as was the officer who shot Jean Charles de Menezes. The walls of the sitting room and the study in Gloucester Crescent are just as I decorated them nearly half a century ago.
The Met doesn’t seem to understand what is wrong with this. I have always been quite proud of my efforts, though aware over the years that the finish I achieved has often been thought eccentric.On parade (on King’s Parade in fact) just after ten, where the calming presence of Richard Lloyd Morgan, the chaplain of King’s, waits to shepherd me to the Senior Common Room.It’s already crowded with dons, some, since it’s the university sermon, presumably heads of houses.[*] I manage to avoid a chat by settling into a corner to con my already much conned text, though I’m still not sure that what I’ve written is what’s expected or whether it’s too long or even if I can make myself heard.I am sure a competent scene painter would have been able to achieve the same effects with much less trouble but I’m happy I did it myself.And in the intervening years the colour has not faded and will I trust continue to glow as long as any new owner suffers the original plaster to remain, which is not long probably as there are few houses on the street left in their original trim, today’s newcomers seldom moving in until they have ripped the guts out of these decent Victorian villas to turn them into models of white and modish minimalism.Sue – and I even noticed this in the photo the used for her obituary – had something of Elsie Tanner about her.