June 1972 was to be a momentous month for me.
At the Workshop gallery, we mounted an exhibition for the British Cartoonist’s Association. The ‘Private View’ was well-attended. Harold Evans, Elkan Allan, Jill Tweedie and Alan Brien pitched up and bought work by Low, and others. The Evening Standard reported it as :
‘A confusion of Cartoonists/ A funfare show of work by most of Fleet Street’s best-known exponents, including some by Low. Fascinating to see how the most talented shine out, regardless of the different persuasions of their papers. All are for sale, from £5-£25’.
Jonathan was back from America, where he had been lecturing, and came into the gallery on June 7th.
He was in a cheerful mood, and about to move into a flat owned by Robert Lowell, in Earls Court. 80, Redcliffe Court.
I was still very involved in his life, and still ‘in love’ with him . Playing Cupid , Mel gave me the afternoon off, so Jonathan and I went across the road for lunch at ‘The Lamb’, drank champagne; got a little drunk; walked round Coram Fields; and returned to his flat,where we made love. It was a warm and beautifully fresh summer’s day. When I spoke to Jonathan about how unsure I was about ‘the career path’ I was on, he responded by saying : ‘Make me your career’.
When he told me that I was still ‘the love of his life’, and the only person who truly mattered to him, and how much he had missed me, I had never felt happier. And it was was on that day in June that our son, Alexander James, was conceived.
When he was born, nine joyous months later, I asked Mel to be his godfather.
Later that evening, Jonathan told me about the work he was doing He had just finished writing a novel that was going to be published by Constable. He had also been recording a radio play for the BBC called ‘A Game of Tombola’
He also told me that Lowell was about to be awarded an honorary degree by the University of East Anglia ; and that Angus Wilson had telephoned him for anecdotes about Lowell. One that came to mind was the fact that inspite of being an excellent fisherman, Lowell would often fall into rivers, while fishing!
Meanwhile, at the age of 30, he had just become a member of the Savile Club.