In May 1974, Jackie Collins published a novel and Guardian writer Dennis Barker interviewed her. Two months later, Dennis Barker published a novel and Jackie Collins went to interview him
Dennis and I arranged our rendezvous over the phone. My place or his? Mr Barker claimed he had decorators in, so my “magnified glass cistern” apartment building, as Mr Barker had previously described it, was the chosen place of location. Early morning seemed a good time for both of us, and he arrived nice and punctually and I plied him with tea and he refused a delicious piece of cake on account of the fact that he was on a diet. He didn’t look at all like he needed to be on a diet, not one hint of plumpness could I detect.
Dennis Barker is a serious-looking man of medium height. He wears heavy glasses and is slightly balding with long sideburns which compensate nicely. I would estimate him to be in his middle thirties. I didn’t ask him his age in case he was embarrassed. Some people find that a very embarrassing question and lie. I don’t think Dennis Barker is the type of man who ever tells lies.
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