Harrison Ford

I was last here in about 1935.

It hasn't changed much.

And then she said with no prompting at all, I always preferred going out with married men because they always spent so much more money on you.

And then she clammed up instantly.

This door opened on the other side of it, this clearly completely unregretted kind of –

good time she'd had being a bad girl.

And then it slammed shut again.

And I could not get her to talk any more about it.

She just smiled and looked mysterious.

So Iris is in some ways my attempt to imagine my way into that world.

But I didn't have much to go on.

So Iris is a creation, not a copy.

Hers happened in the early 30s.

She was busy being a parent having run off with Mr. Spufford who all her brothers hated.

But later on, she worked for a medical charity which brought distinguished and rather attractive doctors from all over the world.

And at her funeral, my father who loved his mother and was very proud of her had to be prevented from –

reading aloud a list of the distinguished lovers that he deduced she had.

I know, I know.

But, you know, it was a funeral.

Maybe the mood would have been wrong.