- Francois Lloyd, my first boyfriend (Well, there was Reynaldo but that's a different story). Francois always said his father was some famous Frenchman who abandoned his mother before he was born. I seriously always doubted that. He was an odd duck. He was cute except for bad skin. He had great chestnut colored hair that he wore like Ronnie Bird (my crush). Francois and I would go up to the maid's room on the top floor of our apartment building and spend hours on the bed. We never really did anything, but the desire was there. I always had a special place in my heart for him because he seemed like a tragic figure.
- Yves. He was my best buddy. He was the one would go anywhere and do anything. I don't know anything about his family life, never did. I don't know where he lived or what his last name was. And yet, we were best friends for 3 years. He was the one I took with me on my rock and roll adventures. We were really close. It was him who was spattered with my blood at La Locomotive. Whenever he would come to the apartment, if Daddy was there, Yves would run down the hall to my room like a scared rabbit. Daddy got a terrific kick out of that.
- Alain Lesage. Diddy and I met Alain at a Moody Blues concert at L'Olympia. He was sitting in the row in front of us. (Read my post about Ostrobogulous). I went to Alain's dad's apartment in Orly many times, mostly to see Claude, his older brother. Alain was a little more responsible than Yves and sometimes refused to come with us if he thought we would get in trouble.
- Claude Lesage. He wasn't really part of the gang. He was usually busy working or playing with his band, David et les Prophetes. I met him the same night I met Alain at the concert, though at the time I thought he was someone important. It was only after I had started hanging out with Alain and Yves that I met Claude again. Of course, in 1969 I married him. He was David.
- Sometimes my sister Lydia was part of the gang, but she was 5 years younger. Claude and I were about the same age, and Yves, Alain, and Francois were a couple of years younger than me.
About Reynaldo... He was a waiter at L'Hotel Continentale where we stayed for 6 weeks until we moved into our apartment. He was Italian and very good looking. We would call the kitchen and order meat for our dog, Benjamin, who we got about 2 weeks after we moved to paris. Reynaldo was usually the one who brought it up. We used to talk a lot. After we left the hotel and moved to our apartment, he took me out on a date once. It was fun. But we just went out on one date. I don't know why.