Twiggy on Fred

One night I went out to dinner with Fred and Hermes Pan. We had a lovely meal in a Malaysian Restaurant, wonderful Chinese food and drinks in coconuts, which are always much stronger than you think they’re going to be. We all obviously had one of those, and although we weren’t drunk, it obviously hit us harder than some people, since none of us drank much usually. Anyway, we had a lovely time, and then we came out of the restaurant and had to walk down the street to Fred’s car. It was dark except for the streetlights, and Fred started to dance down the street. He did this incredible tap dance and he ended in a double turn on his knees with his arms up to the sky and said, “Hollywood, I love you.” Afterwards, I always wondered whether people driving up that street must have thought they were dreaming