An Interview with Phryne Fisher
White peaches. I could bathe in them.
Jicky or Cinq-à-Sept by Guerlain.
Erté, Dior, Worth.
Miss Dorothy Sayers’ Lord Peter Wimsey books, and Beverley Nichols, such a clever young man and
very sound on cats. Also Geoffrey Chaucer and Herodotus, quite the best guide to the ancient world.
WHAT INSPIRES YOU?
WHAT DEPRESSES YOU?
The obstinate failure of the revolution to arrive.
BEST PIECE OF LIFE ADVICE?
Don’t die. While there’s life, there’s Château Mouton Rothschild.
The Spanish Ambassador’s son’s kitten. It was a very charming, if grave, kitten. Come to think of it, so
was the Ambassador.
WORD OR PHRASE FOR WHICH BEST KNOWN?
‘Mr Butler, could we have another cocktail?’
The hobble skirt.
I could say, while wearing a new dress, drinking Veuve Clicquot and eating truffled quails’ eggs and
Beluga caviar with lemon and rye-bread toast in excellent company with dancing to follow, but that
sounds trite. Everything is a pleasure, except politicians.
ADVICE FOR TRAVELLERS?
A smile, a song and a wad of the local currency will get you most of the things you may require abroad,
except English tea.
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