It was while we were all of us enjoying the melodious sound of Lord Goodman playing upon the lute towards the end of one of Bubbles Rothermere’s artistic soirees, that the conversation turned towards the painting of one’s portrait. All the leading patrons de l’arte moderne were there, including Maurice Saatchi, David Sainsbury, Grey Gary, Lord Stevas, and, of course, the irrepressible Bubbles herself, so one instinctively knew that one’s ‘grey cells’ would acquire some pretty valuable knowledge.

‘Henry Moore has done me,’ triumphed Bubbles, the metalwork on her bikini-top glistening in the soft light of the chandelier.

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