In another life, Dad could have been a strange old man who collected pebbles from beaches, smiling porcelain figurines or vintage toys from cereal boxes. Instead, he filled his vibrant, voguish flat with objects gathered from his travels (mainly Africa) and antique shops (often dead things). From the outside, the two-bedroom flat in Chelsea where he lived in the 1990s was the ground floor of a typical Victorian conversion. But like all the best people I know, on the inside it was beautifully strange and engaging. Dad thought a writer should never have a view to distract him, so he would…

Source: The Times April 27, 2019 23:06 UTC