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This is the story of a girl who shook an empire. It is the same story that is to be filmed in Copenhagen, with Christine playing the role she played in life!
It was a muggy, moonlit July night when the fun began around the swimming pool at Lord Astor's sumptuous Cliveden estate. As an alluring redhead frolicked in the pool, the silvery moonlight revealed that she was revealing a bit more than a guest at such a stately home should. She was nude!
That was back in 1961, and the ripples left in the pool by the nude bather have since grown with sensation piled upon sensation — until today it is a mighty wave that shakes an empire.
Things could have been much different in the Empire today had things been different that July night. Exact recollections of what transpired have been addled, perhaps by time and/or the temperature. But as best as all who were present can recall, the events that propelled a pretty young girl of nineteen from anonymity to notoriety went much the way a classic story of a temptress should go, with the hand of Fate directing from the wings.
Christine Keeler, from the very beginning, was a girl of mystery. The very beginning is one of the big London rail terminals and the time is 1956. She arrives from the provinces, suitcase in hand. A forlorn look of loneliness crosses her pretty face.
Behind her lies a past. It began with her father, whom she had never known. He left her mother when she was three months old. When she was three years old, her mother married an engineer and moved to the town of Wraysbury, just twenty miles west of London.
Even then, Christine knew what she wanted. It was the glamour and the glitter of the city that she was after. Her neighbors have recently reported that, “When she was just a little tyke, she'd climb on someone’s knee and say, Tell me about London, tell me about the clubs and the bright lights.’ ”
As she grew a little older her beauty made life in the near-slums more and
more impossible. When she was oareiy into her teens, she had designed a home-made bikini that made jealous girlfriends dub her, the “Goddess of the Gravel Pits.”
Soon she was ready for life in the big city. She wanted to become a model.
But the long, hard pull begins from the bottom of the heap and Christine became “a corny fifteen-year-old shop girl,” as she puts it.
Not long after her arrival in London,
Christine moved up to modeling. But the pay wasn't what she expected. And i
then she was pregnant, with an illegitimate, prematurely-born son, Peter, who died six days after his birth. She, after that, looked to showbusiness and got
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