A bit self indulgent, as none of you know her, but just heard tonight that my friend Faye has died. No idea quite how old she was, but way back when, she was a
maid working for the rich folk and was friendly with the Sassoon family (Siegfried's brother I think) - driving round in sports cars with a long silk
scarf, Isodora Duncan style, and getting home at 5am at which point old Ma Sassoon would roll up her sleeves on her mink coat and do a fry up for all.
Faye lived in an almshouse the last few years and had the verve, panache and spirit of someone 60-70 years her junior. When she couldn't walk her dogs she rode alongside them on her (unlicensed) moped. A couple of years ago when she was ill I sat by her bed and noticed a photo of a naked hunk blu-tacked to the wall. "Oh that's Jeremy" she said. "No inhibitions".
Typical Faye interaction with authority was when she phoned up British Rail, and explained that she was an old aged pensioner and would be travelling with heavy luggage. Could someone help? Yes, they replied, they'd have a guard ready. And my 4 dogs? Um...yes...they could help with that. And my moped? <silence>
Faye hated funerals, but I promised to quaff some whisky when she died in her honour. As well as being the oldest, she was about the most vibrant and inspiring person I knew. If I believed in an afterlife, she'd be giving them hell.
Raises glass: To Faye!
With love.
Mike
xx
Faye lived in an almshouse the last few years and had the verve, panache and spirit of someone 60-70 years her junior. When she couldn't walk her dogs she rode alongside them on her (unlicensed) moped. A couple of years ago when she was ill I sat by her bed and noticed a photo of a naked hunk blu-tacked to the wall. "Oh that's Jeremy" she said. "No inhibitions".
Typical Faye interaction with authority was when she phoned up British Rail, and explained that she was an old aged pensioner and would be travelling with heavy luggage. Could someone help? Yes, they replied, they'd have a guard ready. And my 4 dogs? Um...yes...they could help with that. And my moped? <silence>
Faye hated funerals, but I promised to quaff some whisky when she died in her honour. As well as being the oldest, she was about the most vibrant and inspiring person I knew. If I believed in an afterlife, she'd be giving them hell.
Raises glass: To Faye!
With love.
Mike
xx
(not sure why what I first wrote became a curse word...)
