Holly Golightly, glittering socialite traveller, generally upwards, sometimes sideways and once in a while down. She’s up all night drinking cocktails and breaking hearts. She’s a shoplifter, a delight, a drifter, a tease. She hasn’t got a past.

She doesn’t want to belong to anything or anyone. Not to ‘Rusty’ Trawler, the blue-chinned, cuff-shooting millionaire man about women about town. Not to Salvatore ‘Sally’ Tomato, the Mafia sugar-daddy doing life in Sing Sing. Not to a starving writer. Not even to her one-eyed rag-bag pirate of a cat.

One day Holly might find somewhere she belongs. Until then she’s travelling.