Under pressure to clear their slate at the Palace Bar Keats and Chapman found work sweeping up in a soft furnishings factory. As they shuffled between machines Chapman's eye was caught by an apparatus that blew flock into linen bags. He marvelled at its construction, 'Look, Keats, with one flick of a switch one can change the settings and go from filling cushions to filling bolsters!'.
Keats carefully detached a wisp of
ticking that had adhered to his tongue. 'I know some consider us
inseparable, Chapman, but I never thought we'd graduate to pillow
talk'.
