Andrew Birkin, Jane Birkin's brother, and I were illicit smoking buddies at Harrow. His mother, Judy Campbell, and my father, Hugh Williams, were West End stars.
Judy performed A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square – perhaps it was from her that her daughter Jane learnt the subtle skill of not-singing.
Best of all, Andrew had a sister, Jane, whom I fell in love with before even meeting her. I too had a sister, Polly, and we soon became a foursome.
It was a special time