I have been reading (on my computer) about Beryl Cook, the artist. I like her fat ladies just as I like saucy seaside post cards. Does this show a vulgar mind? The Establishment disapproved of her but I like the way she shows the sunny side of life. Too many modern artists only show the drab side.
This is one of those occasions when I want to ask someone a question and they are no longer there. I read that her father-in-law was a tax officer in Reading Tax Office before the war, as was my husband Don They probably worked together. Another of my tenuous brushes with fame!
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Ramblings of a nonagenerian (vintage 1923). Grew up in Lambeth in the 20s and 30s. Lived and worked in London during World War II. I have been attempting to do the Telegraph Cryptic Crossword since 1939! (My daughter says I *have* to write this, but I am troubled as it sounds so conceited.) I bought my first computer aged 85 and am continually frustrated by the vagaries of the technological age.
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