Oh Sylvia, I just hope you realised how much everyone loved you before you took off. 'Darkest days' the last couple of years, but so many happy memories too. Hardly ever charging us for getting into the 100 Club (sorry Ady), hostess with the mostest from the very first Cleethorpes, especially the fantastic 'tears in their eyes' farewell Sunday nights when you could really let your hair down, the great nights out like Keele when you weren't on duty, mad rambles in the 100 club ladies, the fabulous outfits, baby showers in posh hotels where the staff didn't quite know what to make of us all, you dancing to Annabelle Fox 'Lonely Girl' at 10 to 8 on so many Sunday mornings. Glamorous & beautiful to the end, though you were never quite convinced. I'm sure you know now.
My heart breaks for Ady, Sue, your children, family & close ones, but you're in a better place.
As they say in that new-fangled modern room Deep Sensation number - "Somewhere, somewhere, there's a soul heaven, where a lot of your old friends that you've been missing for a long time, will be singing some of your favourite songs." Mine's a Havana Club & Coke when I see you there honey, and in the meantime I hope you're sharing a few gins with all the folks we know who've gone before. I'll have the barstool next to Lynden David Hall thanks.
Too many cheesy northern titles to quote, but I guess 'I'll never forget you' says it best.
With all our love,
Theresa, Justin, Leon & Reuben Price, and the new Price baby-to-be (have a word upstairs and send us a girl, for God's sake)