Still Standing: The Savage Years (46 page)

With Vera in the back of a car. Vera could never resist transforming a plastic bag into a headscarf.

The Citroën, my substitute for a Lotus Europa, parked in Witney with Chrissie.

Age is a shocking thing . . . Murphy and me, Vicky Mansions.

The view from my room over Madame Arthur’s in Copenhagen that was pure fairy tale.

With the glorious Lisa in Denmark, enjoying a few Jagermeisters. She’s obviously just said something highly amusing.

Three great ladies – Vera Lalley, Aunty Anne and Alice Strong.

My mother. I don’t know what she’s going to do with a funnel, a pair of binoculars and the Liverpool Echo.

Me at Woodside Ferry, the week my mum died.

Royal Vauxhall Tavern, about to go out and strip.

‘But ya are, Blanche, ya are!’ Baby Jane, Union Tavern.

First appearance ever at the Black Cap.

Compering ‘Stars of the Future’ at the Vauxhall Tavern.

Hush in full flight.

Hush oozing glamour.