There was a time when Mother and her friends drifted into debauchery. They’d meet late in the evening, the Irish girls, and make their way over to the restaurant in North London where the Greek Cypriot lads would be waiting for them. The restaurant would already be towards the end of dinner service and they would eat late, after the last customers had departed. There were usually eight or ten of them around one of the larger tables. The banter was alive and pungent red wine