Great Britain: You Can Walk Across It On the Grass

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∙ SCENE THREE. Also Saturday afternoon in Chelsea, at Le Reve restaurant. Wolfing down a quick lunch are some of the most switched-on young men in town: Actor Terence Stamp, 26, star of The Collector and steady date of Model Jean Shrimpton; Actor Michael Caine, 33, the Mozart-loving spy in The Ipcress File; Hairdresser Sassoon, 38, whose cut can be seen both at Courreges in Paris and on Princess Meg; Ace Photographer David Bailey, 27, professional associate of Antony Armstrong-Jones; and Doug Haywood, 28, Chelsea's "in-nest" private tailor. The conversation revolves about the evils of apartheid because the waiter has brought a pack of South African cigarettes, but it lacks heat, since everyone agrees that Verwoerd is a boor. Besides, the big concern of the group is the Chelsea soccer team's match, scheduled for this afternoon. They are the team's most ardent rooting squad, meeting every Saturday for lunch and the trip to the stadium. Chelsea has long been "a joke team," the New York Mets of the football circuit, but lately it has been winning, and, says Haywood, "we're seriously thinking of switching our allegiance to Fulham, making that the In team."

∙ SCENE FOUR. Jane Ormsby Gore, 23, daughter of the former British Ambassador to the U.S., and a fashion assistant on British Vogue. Clad in tightly fitted, wine-red flared Edwardian jacket over a wildly ruffled white lace blouse, skintight, black bell-bottom trousers, silver-buckled patent leather shoes, ghost-white makeup and tons of eyelashes, she pops in to a cocktail party, not unlike the one Julie Christie goes to in Darling, at Robert Eraser's art gallery on Duke Street. There she sees Fashion Designer Pauline Fordham in a silver metallic coat, Starlet Sue Kingsford in a two-piece pink trouser suit with a lovely stretch of naked turn, Los Angeles-born Pop Artist Jann Haworth Blake, Detroit-born Negro Model Donyale Luna. Later, with Michael Rainey, 25, owner of Hung On You, she dances at Dolly's discothèque in Jermyn Street, where the deafening beat comes from the Action, the Stones, the Who, the Animals, the Mindbenders, and Cilia Black, and the right drink (at 98¢) is Campari and soda—because it is red and tickles. Dances have no names in London any more. "You just dance, do the dance, whatever you feel like," says Jane, adding candidly that the reason couples in Dolly's don't spend much time necking is because "they usually live fulfilled sex lives."

∙ SCENE FIVE. A brightly lit Georgian town house in Kensington, with limousines, M.G.s and Jags rolling up. Gamine Leslie Caron, 34, unquestionably this season's most with-it hostess (the last party ran from Vanessa Redgrave and John Huston to the Henry Fords), awaits this Saturday's guests. There are shrieks of "darling!" and elaborate embraces for Marlon Brando, Prince Stanislas Radziwill and Lee, Roddy McDowall, Terry Southern, Francoise Sagan and Barbra Streisand (who opens in Funny Girl this week). Dame Margot Fonteyn is due. Warren Beatty, Caron's most recent co-star (in Promise Her Anything), is there. After an excellent dinner of chicken, claret and Chablis, the 28 guests dance till dawn.

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