She uses it all time, apparently unaware of the double entendre.Why does she want to legalise brothels?"I had about five close friends, prostitutes, brutally slain, and another 30 have died of Aids. It was a really big loss and I thought, there's only me to change the law."Lindi St Clair was born in August 1952 in Hackney Hospital Her real name is Marian June Akin. I lobbied for the legalising of brothels and they all promised to support me before they came But when it mattered, in Parl i ament, none of them would They're hypocrites, liars. She would like to see their names in print: more for amusement than out of vindictiveness.Half way through our conversation a lone punter knocks at her door She sends him away "I'm retired for the moment, love. Sorry." The man trudges off into the freezing dusk and Lindi continues: "I met them all back in the Seventies when they were Mr No One but nowadays they're big time. Its walls are lined with photographs of MPs, boxes of papers, videos, and neatly labelled filing cabinets She keeps saying, "You mustn't name my MPs. You won't will you?'' until eventually I say: "Lindi, the laws of libel wouldn't let me, even if you did." I sense that she is disappointed.

The moment the front door is closed behind her, Lindi eases off her bra with a sigh of relief. John makes us both a cup of tea and while he does the hoovering, Lindi settles down to tell me the story of her life, every now and again pausing to shout: "John! You done the stairs yet? Mind you do the stairs!"We talk in her office, a small cluttered room with no carpet on the floor. Have you seen Brigitte Bardot? That tortoise skin? That's sunbathing. Look at me: no wrinkles."After we have waited for two hours, the committal hearing is adjourned because the court has run out of time Lindi drives John and me back to her house. She is really a very pretty woman who looks 10 years younger than her actual age, which is 42.

Later, when I ask her how she has kept her looks, she says: "An orgasm a day: that's my recipe Also 10 hours' sleep And I very rarely go outside into the elements. That's why he stole from me, I reckon." And, she repeated, with real regret: "Excellent slave though. What a waste."She looked doleful for a moment, and then turned to the detective on her case."Do I have to go into the dock?""Yes, you do," he said, and she laughed delightedly, kicking her plump legs out in front of her like a little girl.The detective began to tell her about the judge Then he stopped "I forgot You know more about judges than I do."She giggled. Then John returned with a bottle of mineral water and Lindi tipped it to her fuschia lips Like her skin, they are soft and pretty.