KAROLINA ONLY LIKES VOGUE
S U N D A Y, 2 1 M A Y
Ma and me played tennis which was super. I didn't think I did well but she said I did: we played four games and I actually won one! Really the court is beautiful, set among the azaleas and everything.
At 4.30 we left - terrible traffic on the way. At last we got there (Wally and Mance's) - first time we've been for years. After five minutes Karolina walked in, very tall and very slim, and very sophisticated (as I later found out). She can't bear to wear those big black Biba hats anymore because they're "not in," and she wears piles of make-up and very 'in' clothes. We had a fantastic tea, a glorious glorious Dutch cake made by Mance with cinnamon coating. Karolina said, "personally, I can't stand the cake"!
When it was suggested we go along to their club place she didn’t want to go – she didn’t want her friends to see her looking a mess. Anyway, we did go. You come into this room full of chairs and tables with a bar, then there’s another room with a ping-pong table, and upstairs masses of other entertainments. Outside there are tennis courts, a swimming-pool - it's terrific really. The first room was crowded out with girls and boys, including lots of snazzies practically as good as Dutronc. I felt very out of place with just Ma and Pa and the little cousins. While K went over to speak to some friends, Chump and me had a coke and played table tennis.
At last we left. Back at their house we had supper: asparagus with hard-boiled eggs, then loganberry mousse, then bread and cheese. Very nice. Half way through a boy rang Karolina up. Then she and I went into the study, read Petticoats and played records. She played ‘Les Playboys’ by Jacques Dutronc - “for sentimental reasons”. Then she asked me what dances they were doing when I went to France last summer, which was so embarrassing since I didn't go dancing! So I said 'Le Jerk'. Then I had to give a demonstration of it - so I entirely made it up.
In fact, I put an act on the whole time - so hypocritical.
We talked masses about clothes; thank goodness I've been to Biba's because she gets all her things there. She buys a new dress practically every week, then sells her old ones on to a friend at a profit - wish I could do that! She wants me to lend her Anya's 'Les Cactus' so she can tape it, and also she wants to read some of my Raves. She said she can't stand Petticoat, it's so cheap, and she adores Vogue: it's so sophisticated and the models' make-up is perfect.
All the time I just agreed.