Drylands: A history of networks Camilla Toulmin
Heavily pregnant with my second child, I heaved myself up one of the endless stairwells towards the attics of Endsleigh Street, and staggered into a smoke-filled room. I could see Richard Sandbrook through the haze, a massive plane tree casting heavy shadow through the window. ‘Don’t smoke in front of Camilla – it’s bad for the baby’, barked Sue, Richard’s PA – she should really have been IIED’s Director. I cadged a cigarette from Richard and hoped Sue couldn’t see.