Copyright © 2025 Mike Rickett All rights reserved. 1968 I last ran into Montague Stephens almost a year ago. We bumped into each other in London after a Mozart concert at St Martin-in-the Fields. I was idly standing around clutching a glass of mediocre wine afterwards when he sidled up alongside me. I introducedContinue reading “The Kiss”
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