"My dad had a British passport, so it seemed the obvious choice to come to England. When we arrived in Feltham, I was struck by how conspicuous we were. Freddie was very fastidious about his appearance. Whereas he looked neat and tidy, and his hair swept back, everyone else wore their hair long and looked scruffy. I used to walk behind him because I didn’t want people to think I was with him. But he changed his appearance very quickly. Another favorite picture is of him with his hair worn longer, because it’s the Freddie I remember most. He always used to take hours in front of the mirror, looking after his locks. He’d go out a lot, too, and stay out all night. My mum and he used to argue about it constantly. And she was always going on at him to make sure he got a degree, but he was determined to do what he wanted. There was quite a lot of door-slamming, but when Freddie made it, Mum was very proud."