Another sad day.
For a very long time, whenever I met someone new one of two conversations would take place. There would be a discussion of whether I looked like Kate Bush*, or the person would fix me with an abstracted gaze and say ‘you sound just like that funny northern woman…what’s her name?’
Goodbye, Victoria. Thank you for being funny. Thank you for being northern. And thank you for never being ashamed to show us that you were a bloody genius.
* this no longer happens. I am not willowy or blessed with long dark hair any more.