Diary
Elisa Segrave: The bride wore fur, 30 November 1995
“... changed character. ‘Please give me your telephone number. My teeth clashed horribly. I may have whiplash.’ The young man stood grinning idiotically. The English couple seated next to her tried to help. I guessed that they had also been to the wedding. When the young man refused to divulge his number, the middle-aged Englishwoman rang the bell for ... ”