Calling round at Winstone's studio a week later, Fred found Henry busily painting his new lover, a tall, statuesque blonde called Tippy Jennings. He had come across her on top of an omnibus and was immediately fascinated by the girl. A horse had slipped in the rain and fallen down in its shafts. The bus and other traffic were obliged to stop. Eager street boys came dashing up to sit on the poor creature's head to stop it thrashing about so that it could be released from its harness. Sadly, the horse had broken its foreleg and had to be shot and carted away to the abattoir for horsemeat.
This had been a heaven-sent opportunity for Henry to strike up a conversation with the pretty passenger, who was leaning over the side of the omnibus and shouting along with others at the scene below, giving advice, cursing or cheering according to the mood and need.
'Poor creatures,' the girl had remarked as she turned towards Henry,