Author Archives: The Strumpet

Red Brocade

Saturday October 30 1926 The leak is fixed. Hooray! Mrs Pankhurst was so sorry she has given me an old rug that one of her rich friends no longer wants. It’s a bit old and shabby, but it’s a big … Continue reading

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Tart.

Sunday October 24, 1926. After Clarence turned out to be such a horse’s arse I’ve spent all my free time down at the docks with real men who realise a girl has to get by somehow. They need a helping … Continue reading

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The Gold Diggers

October 15 Friday 1926 Tonight Clarence took me to see The Gold Diggers at the Lyric Theatre which was a rather silly show. Then we had supper at a tiny little place in Mayfair. We were as cosy as could … Continue reading

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I must find a way.

Sunday October 10, 1926. The only thing I brought with me from home is a photograph of my Grandparents. My mother is in it too as a baby. My parents would have noticed it missing as soon as they came … Continue reading

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Chanel

Thursday October 7th 1926. I thought I was going to die of boredom working at Harrison’s Perfumery. The two other girls are as prim and proper as can be. Mary and Lauren. Mary was nearly in tears on Tuesday because … Continue reading

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Looking up.

October 3 1926 It’s been a week since I ran away. A week in this furnished room. A week of selling myself. Tomorrow I start work at the perfume shop. I have spent the day in deep melancholy. Mostly lying … Continue reading

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My room.

September 26 1926. Fear and happiness are somersaulting through my heart like Chinese acrobats. I’ve found a room in London and have paid a month’s rent with the money I stole from my father. Of all the cruel memories I’ll … Continue reading

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