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But I’ve got to say it, because so many other people say I’m bent, and I’ve heard it so many times that I’ve almost learned to accept it.

Her eyes aren’t as black as they were, she insists, looking short-sightedly through a pinkish coloured Perspex ruler at me. I like purple and magenta and all the tarty colours. I should go back to them because I’ve become very sedate. ‘It’s about six years since I made my Easter Duties. I still think that because I don’t go to confession I’m going to go to hell but I haven’t really done anything evil.I couldn’t stand to be thought of as a big butch lady.But I know that I’m as perfectly capable of being swayed by a girl as by a boy.She’ll be surprised if it’s a hit for her in Britain.‘That,’ she says, ‘comes from a backlog of doubts in myself because the last few records have gone wrong.‘This,’ she squints, ‘is the best colour in the world. I’m just lazy and self-indulgent.’ She’s a strange lady of contradictions.

She wants me to send her a copy of an old Maureen Cleave article but she won’t give me her address.

I notice she has a big shiny grey filling in her pre-molar bottom left. I think she’s a bit sad, but she says no, not at all. Only occasionally, when she needs someone to lean on is she lonely. I don’t mean that I leap into bed with someone special every night, but my affections are easily swayed and I can be very unfaithful.

Much of the time she shares her house with songwriter/painter Norma Tanega. It’s fun while it’s happening, but it’s not fun afterwards because I’m filled with self-recriminations.

She never gives it, she insists, and then in the next breath tells me.

She has a pretty, lumpy little face which looks best when she smiles.

I , however, surprised to learn that her Sapphic tendencies were such an open secret.