One day Barbara asked me if I objected if she competed in the miss China town contest in London. Some people at the Burger King where she worked had suggested that to her. The first price was a fully organized trip to Hong Kong, she liked that. The winner had attend to some official meetings but there would be enough time for a holiday in Hong Kong (obviously I was not invited if she should win, she would take her mother with her). She had been asking around if she should do it and most people told her to go for it. I didn't mind. For me it was one of those Chinese things in which Barbara preferred it if I got not involved. Barbara tried to avoid me getting in contact with her Chinese life. I guess she did this to avoid the discriminating comments and also that her mother wouldn't be asked awkward questions about her daughters relation. I didn't mind not being involved as everybody would talk Chinese anyway, which was very boring for me. Sometimes some Chinese would be polite and speak English, but they nearly always end up speaking Chinese. This is not strange as I always talk Dutch to the students from the Netherlands.
Another reason why Barbara didn't want me to get in contact with the Chinese in London was that she was afraid that her mother would find out that I stayed so much time with her in London. Barbara had never told her mother that I came to see her during the week. She was to afraid that her mother would stop paying the rent and that she had to go back to Histon and commute to London. This fear of being caught by her mother gave twice a very strange situation.
The first one was on a Monday evening. I was in Barbara's room and suddenly Barbara's mother and uncle knocked on the door of her room. Someone had let them in the house. Normally Barbara would arrange to see her mother in China town, she seldom let her mother visit her in her room. There was no way out for me. Barbara didn't answer the knocking on the door and we kept as quiet as we could. Meanwhile we were trying to find a hiding place for me in that room. This was impossible of course. We tried the cupboard and behind the curtains, jumping out through the window was impossible, it was a long way down. Luckily Barbara's neighbor, a sweet German girl, who knew about our situation, came to the rescue. She told Barbara's mother that Barbara had just left. I don't think her mother believed her, but as Barbara didn't open the door, she had no choice. She gave the meal she had brought with her to the neighbor and finally left. It was a close escape. We gave the meal to the German girl being thankfull for saving us.
The second time was when came home late after being out. As we walked to Barbara's house I saw a man sitting on the stairway before the house. I thought it was her uncle waiting for Barbara. Near the house there was a group of guys sitting on a park bench. Without further thinking I went to sit next to them and acted as I knew them. Barbara was not only surprised by this strange action; she thought I had gone mad. After she convinced me that is was not her uncle, and the guys told me that it was one of their mates sitting on the stairway, I dared to go further. I wonder what those young men must have thought of this situation.
Back to the beauty contest. Barbara applied and she got invited for an interview. She was very excited about that, especially when she heard that the jury elected her for the final. The final was held in luxurious nightclub at Leicester square in London (I remember that Grace Jones had the evening show there in the weekends). Every Friday, late in the afternoon Barbara had to go there to practice. She learning how walk, how to smile, how to talk in a microphone, she learned the routine of changing clothes, paying attention to the lighting and how to behave on stage. I would be waiting for her outside the artist entrance. She never let me in.
I didn't see the show, she didn't want me to be there. I can't remember if her mother was there. It was on a Friday night. I suppose she was.
I came to London the next day. She told me that she became second, which she thought was very unfair. Especially as the girl who had won couldn't speak Chinese. She complained about it "how can someone attend formal meetings in Hong Kong if they can't speak Chinese".
That afternoon she had to go for photo shoot with the winner. The pictures taken came in nearly all the national newspapers. I still remember it. Barbara and the girl who won in traditional Chinese costumes asking a typical London policeman the way.
I don't really know what this publicity did with Barbara as a person and if it changed her ambitions. She never talked about it; neither did she keep the newspaper cuttings so far as I know. She didn't enter more beauty contests or pursuit a career as a model. Maybe it was because I didn't encourage it, I was indifferent in this. For me it wasn't important if Barbara was a beauty queen or not.
I looked all over internet to find pictures of this contest. I even went to the British library to look into the newspapers of that period. But I found nothing, and I am sure there must have been hunderds of pictures taken. I hope that one day someone who has some pictures of that beauty contest, will read this story and then publish some pictures.
Last january (2011) I went back to Belsize park nr 37 for the first time since 1983. I was pleas-antly surprised to see that the bench described in this story is still there. Looking at the garbage it is still in use as a place to hang around. The first house at the back (with the lights on) is the house where Barbara used to live.
2011年1月我自1983后首次回到Belsize公园。 我惊喜地发现本故事里提到的长椅还在原处。在停车场后面的左边，人们还会在这里闲坐。 后面一排房子的第一座（开着灯的）就是Barbara原来的家。
另外一次是我们出去回来晚了。我们正朝她家走去，我看见有个人坐在他们家门口的台阶上，我以为是Barbara的舅舅。 在房子前面的长椅上坐着几个人。我想也没想就一下子坐在他们边上，假装我认识他们。Barbara不仅仅是觉得奇怪，她以为我发疯了。直到她告诉我那不是她舅舅，边上的那几个人也告诉我坐在台阶上的是和他们一伙的，我才敢走。 我总想那几个年轻人会怎么看那种情况呢。
回到说选美的事情。Barbara申请参赛也应邀参加了面试。她很兴奋，尤其是当她听说评审团选她进入决赛。总决赛在雷塞斯特广场（Leicester square）的一个豪华夜总会举行（我记得Grace Jones在那里举办过周末表演）。每个周五下午Barbara都得去那里训练。她学习如何走路，微笑，用麦克风说话，学习了换服装流程，灯光位置以及舞台举止。我在艺人入口处外边等她。 她没让我进去过。我也没有看到决赛表演。她不希望我出现在那里。 我记得她的母亲出席了。比赛是在一个周五的晚上。
(Thanks to Natalie for the translation)