In remembrance of Dorothy my Grandmother, I loved her spotty twister parties in the 70¹s and her crazy optic lights. Arriving home from Strathdon Drive, I would be carried to bed by dad in a heap of happy exhaustion. They were amongst the best childhood parties. I loved seeing our cousins, uncles, aunts and our grandparents. I just remember having a ball. Twister was an amazing discovery... She was a loving grandma who loved her literature, a romantic at heart, she lived for seriously good romantic and pulp fiction. She was a self styled writer in her own right submitting stories to readers digest and other forums ¬. I¹m sure they were very racy. I loved her classic Mini cooper and her unique driving. She would pick me up from Clapham junction and I would sit a few centimeters from the London tarmac, gripping the seat for the hair raising drive from the station to her home. An experience I will never forget. She would put us up for Wimbledon week with no complaints and we would rise at 4.30 am to to join the queue to watch McEnroe, Connors and Nastasea, The greatest tennis players. I loved that. She would offer a box of books for the wait and I remember spying Caligua, and in the morning I thought I would take that, but by the time I got up it was gone! She obviously thought it was too risque for a young teenage grandson. And that was Grandma, it was a clue to her fiery inner imaginary world which we glimpsed amongst the caring for Grandad Ken, potato salad and concord flying over Putney. I loved it when Geoff played us seriously good records on his headphones and she looked after him when he needed it. We all missed Geoff. I¹m sad I didn¹t see her more often at the end. My choice, but she was always lovely when I did see her. She loved us, her grandchildren. I think she had a tough life at the beginning and the end. But she spoke personally, was completely loving and a kind heart. Thank you Grandma for firing the Poyntz flame, Goodbye Love Nick x