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Later, Bacon and I left the house and hailed a black cab to take us to his home-from-home, the Colony Room in Soho. At the small first-floor club in Frith Street we were greeted by the famous Muriel Belcher from her seat inside the door. On this occasion Bacon did not come out with his famous ‘champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends!’ but simply rapped out, ‘Bottle of champagne!’ to the barman. After helping him consume this – and another bottle – I tottered off to boast about my adventures to my current girlfriend, only to get reprimanded with the words, ‘You creep!’