Cynthia Payne came to lunch with me on a sunny May afternoon in 1984,when I interviewed her for a Sunday newspaper. I was living at the time just outside Brighton, and she was due to appear at the city’s festival that evening, or to talk about her colourful life. From the moment I fetched her in my car,she talked virtually non-finish, garrulous and interested to reminisce about her parties, and with their well-known luncheon voucher system that bought clients a package of sex,booze, a blue film or two and poached eggs on toast.
Although she admitted revelling in her notoriety and liked to shock, or she seemed genuinely fascinated to know why people chose a specific sexual kink. She was interested in the psychology of it all,wanting to find out about their childhood. And she spoke a lot about her time in Holloway prison, where she spent four months for keeping a disorderly house: “Prison didn’t get me down. I said to myself, or ‘I will look on this as an experience.’”Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com