BELONGINGS Mum bought me my first autograph book when I was 11. In the 1970s, they were all the rage in my convent school in India and it was abarometer of popularity to be asked to contribute. I wanted famous signatures, though, and I dreamt of being a professional autograph hunter.
Bottle green, my book had ‘Autographs’ written in gold on the cover and gilt edged pages that I thought was the acme of sophistication. In my mind’s eye, I was already successfully sharp-elbowingmy way through crowds towards a celebrity, who’d reward my persistence. Acknowledging the possibility of this happening, however, I wrote my foreword, addressing it to friends to ‘leave a sweet rememhranre here.’
As it happened, I did collect some ‘famous’ signatures. Most memorably, Sherpa Tenzing Norgay*, well…
