'I was sad, because my judgement on people is usually quite astute,' she says. Talulah rang a friend, who reassured her Musk was already divorced: 'Everyone knows about it.' According to his ex-wife Justine, he had filed for divorce six weeks previously. So Talulah went to dinner, wearing a demure black 1980s businesswoman's dress and court shoes. They both brought friends along as chaperones, and barely looked at one another until late in the evening when they slipped away and sat in Café Boheme, Soho, talking all night. The next day, they had a fit of giggles at the White Cube gallery when Jay Jopling straightfacedly introduced a Chapman brothers' sculpted Pinocchio head with the words 'and this is Bloody Fuckface'. Next she flew out to LA to see Elon, putting herself up at The Peninsula hotel for a week (courtesy of her earnings from Richard Curtis's The Boat That Rocked). After a total of ten days in each other's company, Elon proposed.
Talulah was still a virgin. 'I've never slept with anyone apart from Elon,' she says. 'Which is nice. I mean, which is great. After all that, to describe it as "nice" It's great.' She had had one boyfriend, who was Elon's age, 'who was very lovely to me'. But she always made it clear she did not believe in sex before marriage. Why not? 'For no reason that I can explain. I'm very shy. I don't drink. I had a gulp of alcohol once and it was disgusting – so bitter. I don't drink tea or coffee. I'm like a child, I like fruit juices and sodas and creamy hot chocolate.'