And then I met Clutton and got involved in the antiquarian side and he realised that I needed a proper workshop. I was working in the drawing room of the flat that I was renting and he said he had some spare money floating about, which he could lend me. So I sold my sports Bentley for £1000 and borrowed £1000 and I had a few hundred in the bank and I bought this house. You never saw my house in South London? It was a beautiful double fronted Victorian villa with three-quarters of an acre of garden in a beautiful wide road lined with blossoming trees and not a vehicle to be seen anywhere. Nobody parked cars in the street and it really was a wonderful house. It had been grossly neglected by the people who were in it. They'd been renting it and let it go down and there was something like 150 empty gin bottles in the shed at the side, so he was obviously a great party-giver. And in the middle of the garden was a great heap of discarded motor tyres and brambles occupied every square inch that wasn't occupied by rubbish and jumble. However, I do remember with great pleasure sitting on my back step in the sunshine eating my first breakfast cooked in my own house. So that was very satisfying.