My William Cash story has generated all sorts of thoughts on the man named after his first love. For instance, I hear of one journalist sent to interview him at the West London home of his then betrothed, Ilaria Bulgari. It was a media story about his persuasive skills in flogging Spear's Wealth Management Survey to some rich people..
The pair sat in his (ie her) 5* sitting room, and the journo was just about to start asking questions. As he embarked on his first question (which should have been "How did a joker like you end up in a place like this?" but was actually something dull and supine), Cash asked: "Is the dictaphone on?" The journo said yes. "Then I will begin..."
What followed was 45 minutes of Cash droning on about how wonderful he and his magazine were and all his famous friends, especially Elizabeth but also Tom Wolfe et al. The hack tried to ask questions but Cash spoke straight over him. Sometimes he would pause for breath, at which point the journo would interject with something. Cash would disregard the question and continue with whatever it was he was talking about.
After he had exhausted his soliloquy, he showed the writer out. "That," he said, pointing to a large photographic canvas, "is an original Alison Jackson."*
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