MO

Mo (centre)

Mo truely was a great lady. I first met her Porters, where I was lucky enough to call her one of my regulars. She loved animals, hated the cold and kept going abroad for sun.It was Mo that introduced me to that heart wrenching Kipling poem 'The Power Of The Dog' that had me in tears while I was giving Benson away. She loved doing crosswords and wore great hats and jackets. Her husband Ian (right) is a true gent

I will always remember the day that we got The Sun and The Mirror to send reporters to the pub when the story broke about how they thought they found Lord Lucan, dead and buried in India. It turned out it was her mate Jungle Barry, Mo arranged his funeral and had loads of pictures. I rang up the newspapers and asked if they were interested...they were. (that was about midday) We then sat and drank in the pub waiting for them to turn up. By the time the first one did everyone else in the pub was putting in there two pennies worth and convinced her into asking for more than they were willing to pay. I seem to remember they offered a grand but too many drunks made her ask for double that. Negotiations going nowhere and as it was a dying story anyway they got pissed off and left.

She died this morning. God bless you Mo, I hope wherever you are there is plenty of sunshine.