Nothing Can Go Wrong – Part 2

My hand reached furtively for the door handle. However, even before I had time to turn it, the taxi stopped abruptly and I was unceremoniously dumped out into the street. Was this an opportunity? Could I now make a dash for it while Khan was paying the driver? But, the Indian had attached a vice-like … Continue reading Nothing Can Go Wrong – Part 2

In Search of the Maharishi (Part 1)

  As soon as I arrived in Hong Kong, in June 1968, I called an old boyfriend of mine, a Scotsman, Ian Black, who had been working as chief news correspondent on the South China Morning Post for the past three years. “Och, Caroline, it’s good to hear you! You’ve arrived then!” Ian sounded genuinely … Continue reading In Search of the Maharishi (Part 1)

Andy, Edie and Baby Jane

By the end of 1964 I had met some of New York’s most prized artists, Larry Rivers, Claes Oldenburg, Robert Rauschenberg, Salvador Dali and Jasper Johns. But the artist I really wanted to meet was Andy Warhol. To me Warhol, though naturally shy on a personal level, epitomized everything that was brash, cocky and arrogant … Continue reading Andy, Edie and Baby Jane

A Blind Date

Caterine embraced Olivier when we arrived at his sumptuous East 54th Street apartment. It seemed to me very much the perfect bachelor pad. Very masculine in taste, it boasted comfy black leather Chesterfields, modern furniture and huge picture windows overlooking the New York skyline. Olivier, as it turns out, was one of those natural cosmopolitans … Continue reading A Blind Date

My first job.

I don’t know what stroke of good fortune directed me to Joe Dever.  I still strongly believe, even after all these years that a guardian angel has been sitting on my shoulder during my solitary travels. The night I met Joseph X. Dever that certainly must have been the case. Up until I met Joe … Continue reading My first job.