Philippa: For anyone walking in off the street The Desk was the first place to state one’s business, buy a membership or tickets to live readings, theatre, cinema screenings, gallery events, musical events. It was also the place to ask to meet people working there as well as being the contact point for delivery of materials and ingredients for the small restaurant experimenting in the latest American “Macrobiotic” diet. … I worked in ‘Adminʼ along with other helpers, mainly women, because ‘manning The Desk’ was meant to provide a suitably gentle welcome during opening hours, six days a week. Hours were flexible.. Activities would generally start to bustle later in the day rather than earlier, including all-night rehearsals and some all-night screenings…. I got to see a lot of faces and briefly meet a lot of people, some of whom were already known and some who would later become celebrities in the arts world; I personally was not into publicity and seeking out new performers, performances, films, exhibitions and concerts. A lot of people with interesting ideas came to the Arts Lab seeking a venue in which to experiment.
Ulla de Mora (Dreihaus): Back to the sixties. There was that fateful day in March 1969 when people from the Little Theatre [Human Family? Lillia Teatren Lund?] who had been sleeping on the floor in the Lab moved into the [boarded-up Bell Hotel] building next door, (as the first Squatter event in centuries, I believe), and I got into the excitement of it all, and the idea of living rent free, and moved out of [David Kilburn’s flat in] Long Acre to become a squatter in Drury Lane, with the help of the Hare Krishna people who had a small van. They were tenants in the IT building around the corner from the Lab, which then belonged to Nigel Samuel. They were unsuccessful in adding me to their flock, but ended up getting all my beautiful German-made lambswool sweaters, to wear under their gowns on cold winter days. I was cultivating a hippie look at the time, and wasn’t going to be using those straight-people clothes no more, lol. I have a huge story about Nigel Samuel [19 year old, and on the Lab’s letterhead as a director], … He used me as his driver on several visits to Cornwall. The car I had to drive was an Aston Martin, no less. Nigel and his sister had become orphaned not long before, and they had inherited a huge fortune. Several million pounds. And so he became involved with several Hippie projects, like the International Times, and also the Trinidadian Michael X, who was trying to set up a Black Power movement but instead ended up being executed for murder in Trinidad a few years later. And since I was involved with Nigel, I nearly accompanied him to Trinidad. He had already purchased the tickets. But we broke up just in time, as my guardian angel wouldn’t have any of it. Nigel did not like that I suspected that Michael X was using him only to get money out of him. I warned [Nigel] one Sunday, while visiting Michael X’s family in Islington, where I was made to sit in the front room while Michael and his henchmen drugged Nigel in the back, before making him sign a £10,000 cheque. So Nigel decided quickly that I was going to become a problem, and ordered a taxi to come and pick me up and take me back to Long Acre. I never saw him again. Back to that squat.. that same night I met my [first] husband, photographer Tony Heathcote. And he was so shocked to see me living amongst Hell’s Angels in an abandoned building with neither electricity nor functioning bathrooms that he suggested that I stay with him and two other photography students in their Sinclair Road West Kensington flat. Thus ended my one year spell in Covent Garden.