“Our office lunches consisted of peanut butter and Jello sandwiches, served with slugs of vodka.” Nicky Haslam

The world was interconnected, even before the Internet. Nicky Haslam worked with Diana Vreeland (peanut butter and Jello?), who was a dear friend of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, seen here reading Jack Kerouac’s ON THE ROAD.

Just this morning I was walking when I saw a neighbor sitting on his front step, scarf wrapped around his neck, cigarette in one hand, book in another, intently reading the same thing in the first rays of the sun.

A book is a gateway to another world. Don’t you think? So, I was fascinated when , author of READING JACKIE, put this up on his twitter feed:


  1. Nicky Haslam knew Diana Vreeland well. He was full of wonderful stories when I talked to him. Many I couldn’t use. One was about going to a party in a NYC hotel. He showed up in the corridor. Checked his watch. He was far too early to ring the bell. What should he do? He was about to beat a hasty retreat when who should come off the elevator but the Duchess of Windsor. She was also checking her watch. They looked at each other. Mugged about the time and decided to share a broom closet until it was okay to ring the hosts’ bell. When they decided the time was right, they were about to leave the broom closet, when Wallis grabbed Nicky’s shoulder. “Wait a minute. How is my hair?” She pronounced it “ha-yer.”

  2. I hummed and hawed about supporting Haslam’s book yesterday, funnily enough. I’m on Unbound’s mailing list and have supported a couple with tiddly amounts but stopped short of Haslam though I’m pretty certain the resulting book would make me hoot. Great story from William!

    • Quite the raconteur — and I still haven’t signed up to get my copy yet, must remedy that soon. Next time William is on your side of the world, you should meet him, he is full of great stories!

      • Indeed. As for Wallis, the thinner she became, the bigger her bonce appeared which made her so odd to look at. (Bitch Vernon here) My late great-aunt knew her and loathed her. This was because my late great-uncle was his personal private secretary before he abdicated. I don’t think they were fond of either of them!

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