I could tell you about sitting in a pub on Kings' Road and seeing a table of spike-haired kids starting a little fire in an ash tray with some lighter fluid.

I rang the bell and ordered away the tray. When we were again alone, I stirred the fire, and then took a low seat at my master's knee.

And a tray was soon brought. How pretty, to my eyes, did the China cups and bright teapot look, placed on the little round table near the fire!