Design lines: Three Popes, some dope and a drink

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Extract from The Orton Diaries edited by John Lahr, to be reissued by Methuen in the autumn (pounds 8.99)

ON 20 MAY 1967 Joe Orton and Kenneth Halliwell were at a louche dinner-party in Tangiers when they met an opium-smoking, toupee-wearing Marquis who took them home. Joe Orton recalls the event in his diary:

"The Marquis' home was crammed with junk. It looked like a Chelsea antique shop. Rubbish from the rag-bag of 18th-century culture. Mirrors with the original glass - so cracked that to see one's self in them was to have a vision of what one's face might look like on the Day of Judgement, the marks of the grave on it.

`What shall you have to drink?' the Marquis said, leading me away from a monstrous, over-sized, headless nude statue of a man.

`Coca-Cola,' I said, feeling the mere pronouncing of the word would dispel the mucky grandeur of the past.

The Marquis looked put out.

`Would you not prefer ... ?' and he said the name of some unsavoury drink to match the furniture.

We sat drinking and he told us of `the Princess Marina' and `What do you think of the Earl of Snowdon? Do you not think he is an unhappy man?'

`The Royal Family is a noose,' I said. `You don't have to put your head in it. If a man does so, he must expect to be unhappy.'

`Ah, oui,' said the Marquis, shrugging his shoulders and trying to look like a character in Proust.

We were sitting in the most uncomfortable chairs I have ever bummed. Near me was a table and most conspicuous on it were three photographs, a coloured one of Paul VI (unsigned), a small block of John XXIII with something written on it in the Holy Father's own fair hand, and a large, obviously Forties studio portrait of the wartime Pope which said, across the white robe, `Yours very sincerely, Pius XII'."