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| George Osborne and Natalie Rowe back in the early naughty 90s |
Only the other day she told us about her encounter with Angelina Jolie, Brad Pitt and their kids in Ad Hoc, the King's Road cutting-edge fashion store. Now she tells me that about 18 months ago she chanced on another noted beauty of some notoriety in a shop - Natalie Rowe, the lady and 'dominatrix' who claims to have kept the smile on George Osborne's fresh, shiny face long before he unleashed austerity upon us as Chancellor.
This unscheduled meeting took place in King's Road newsagent Lucky Me Enterprise. 'It was early evening,' says Molly. 'I understand now she's a regular customer there. I went in to buy my chocolate eclairs and rubbish celebrity magazines. And this beautiful creature wearing a wonderful perfume approached me and said, "It's Molly Parkin isn't it? I'm one of your biggest fans - I love your writing and reading about you...". And then she told who she was - Natalie Rowe.
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| Molly Parkin |
'She said: "You've not heard of me? I used to be a madam, I ran Black Beauties." And I said: "Oh, I always wanted to be a madam!" I'd conducted orgies in New York and at my old house in Cheyne Walk in Chelsea. She told me she'd sold a story to the Sunday Mirror about George Osborne, and mentioned something about the News of the World and phone hacking (when Andy Coulson was editor) and how George was denying using cocaine at one of her parties [which he has repeatedly denied since].
'I asked Natalie: "Did you fuck him?" She replied: "Absolutely".
'I said that he's a typical Old Etonian, isn't he. [Osborne did not go to Eton, btw] In my experience, Old Etonians have a predilection for vice girls. I told her of an Old Etonian I'd known, an aristocrat, and how he'd asked me to wear a tightly belted mackintosh in a bed with rubber sheets - he loved the feel of them - and I'd asked him, "Are you incontinent?" He'd given me a vintage yellow Rolls Royce and had champagne delivered to my door every morning. He even gave me diamond rings which I gave to mother. Sadly the rings were stolen by a window cleaner.
'We laughed a lot talking about Old Etonians and their love of exciting sex which some call kinkiness and then she told me that publishers had approached her to write her story - I know she mentioned Bloomsbury, which surprised me, as publishers of Harry Potter.
'We must have talked and laughed for about half-an-hour. She said, "I love talking with you and would love to talk again." We hugged and parted our separate ways. I felt we were sisters under the skin; she's a sweetheart.'
Natalie sounds adorable. Do get in touch if you read this, poppet. Certainly bachelor George had great taste in, er, interesting friends.
PS If you're famous and see Moll in a shop, do go talk to her. I'm all ears!
7 comments:
I am alone in thinking that it all begins to feel a bit 1963-ish? First the stories about that nice Mr Hague, and now this (even tho it's not new). How fortunate for the politicians de nos jours that the public seem likely to be distracted by yet another financial disaster.
You are not alone, Michael. Aristos in the Commons, madams in the torture chambers; a recurring motif of British public life. Except that now there are blogs instead of just the newspapers, which are no better than the clay-feet they write about. So one gets to read more detail. Sooner.
Superbyly told story that just makes me laugh heartily. Well done!
So, what? George was just in his early 20s. I wouldn't vote for anyone who hadn't poked himself senseless and taken some drugs.
I do love an old Etonian X
Yes, it's very Joseph Losey
Very funny story, so typically Moll with her daffiness and astuteness in asking the right question. I saw Natalie on YouTube and thought she'd make a great TV chat show host.
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