If you phoned Thursday or Friday, it was too late.’ ‘Maybe Wednesday? ‘Maybe she wanted to go with you, but Wednesday the line was busy, because everybody knew Wednesday was the night.
One night he went to a musical evening that they held. I was just getting into music then and I think it was a Brahms symphony or something, and the next thing I went to the Modern Youth Society and the next thing, wow! You know, it’s never stopped – the energy and the excitement and the feeling that there is another world.‘And not long after that,’ Albie explained, ‘it was my chance to intervene and respond and I felt a very eager audience, because it was a lovely and naturally sentimental statement that you were making, and I should have responded in a lovely natural and sentimental way, and I didn’t.I made some kind of comment, slightly kind of smart-arse comment like “Oh, you know, we just couldn’t wait for the kids to go to bed, so that we could carry on with our conversation.” And I think people were a little disappointed that I hadn’t risen to the occasion and joined in what was a genuine and appropriately schmaltzy response.‘And now I can explain why, because it wasn’t so easy.It took me back to part of my growing up in quite a profound way, to the period of the 1950s in Cape Town at a time when Jack and Lesley Cope had been the ideal couple, living in ideal circumstances, manifesting ideal happiness.