Describing the encounter, Miss Perkins told the Cheltenham Literature Festival: ‘I go in and the first thing he does… is he smashes his head against mine…
‘And he keeps it there. He keeps it there for about five minutes… Then he puts his hands on my shoulders and whispers something. I thought what an incredible experience this wise man is.’
But the next thing was, she said, ‘His hands go down and to my waist… Then they moved round and really firmly, very firmly, just, on my j**s…
