Cy Fox and Wyndham Lewis

What fun it was to read about Cy Fox and Wyndham Lewis [Cy Fox and Wyndham Lewis: one man’s obsession at the vortex].

I remember driving Cy in my mustard Mini Clubman circa 1975 from 85 Fleet Street to Charing Cross (now the Embankment) tube. As Cy opened the door - this was not in a jubilant moment - the plastic door handle snapped in his hand. 

Cy was mortified and insisted that I bring him the bill. In those days, I was young, under the illusion that I was rich and successful and in no way litigious. I remarked only that Cy had done nothing untoward and that it was plainly time for the handle's natural demise. 

A couple of days later, I found a large envelope in my pigeonhole containing Lewis' The Revenge for Love. I had read a lot on the Spanish civil war and this, which I consumed with great pleasure very soon after the door-handle trauma, was a very welcome addition. I remember leaving Cy a note in which I said I had attached the novel with string and sellotape and now the door opened perfectly. It wasn't true - I still have the book. ■