Catatonic, snoring quietly, her large body unclothed, she lay upon or near a divan. At times her eyes were open though glazed, resembling those of a fish. Inquisitive blue-bottles, profiting from her total lack of self-consciousness, whiled away the summer afternoons in exploring what had long ceased to be her private parts.
– Daniel Farson, The Gilded Gutter Life of Francis Bacon, Random House, London, 1993, p. 41
Edomie, Sod, ran a club, Daniel Farson writes, in Soho, not far from the Colony Room. Her mornings were spent shoplifting, her afternoons in the catatonic state described above, her nights singing and entertaining, as “the buggers’ Vera Lynn.”
