My CCTV has picked up all sorts of funny images of people posing on my stepsWhen I first saw the house on my walk to work, I immediately fell in love. It’s a 19th-century, three-storey property on the corner of a quiet residential street in Notting Hill, west London. Its brick walls were painted baby pink, and I knew I had to have it. Back then, in the 70s, I was managing the fashion designer Ossie Clark, and it was an exciting time to be in west London. Notting Hill has always been very colourful.One day, I spoke to the gentleman I saw coming out of the house. “I’d love to buy your house,” I told him, but he said it wasn’t for sale. Months later, I saw him again and he said he had put the house on the market. I rushed to the estate agent and gave them a cheque for 10% of the asking price. They wouldn’t accept it because they said the property was being advertised in the Sunday paper. So I had to wait until Monday morning, and when I went in again, they said their phone had not stopped ringing with people wanting to buy it, but I had got in first with the full deposit. I was ecstatic. Continue reading…
Source : theguardian.com
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