Terence

'Here I saw wonderful, ineradicable things: Maggie, the office manageress, a delightful woman with few affectations, being manhandled, squealing, down the stairs by Terence who was hissing: 'Gypsophila is fine. Daffodils are lovely. But not in the same fucking vase!' In its mixture of manic attention to detail, a keen sense of style, snobbery, humour and cruelty, this seemed a perfect miniature of the man's personality.'