Rosie
Rosie (not her real name) came via Shannah, who moved in similar circles. She was softly spoken and had a private education. She was a little wary, which Shannah appraised me of. She had done a video for a minor player on the scene. He sent her a copy and she threw it straight in the bin, saying it made her feel sick. She didn’t bother to conceal her contempt for certain individuals. I saw her a few times and she soon got a strong following, which seems to have been replicated on her Vintage Fetish appearances. She was a voracious reader, Harry Potter being a big favourite. She was distinctly unusual in that she had a real love of jazz. I recall her sitting crossed legs on my lounge carpet digging Eddie Harris and Miles Davis’s Kind Of Blue, a CD copy of which I bought her (she made a note of the Harris album to buy). A nice girl, she left home and disappeared into the unknown. When I heard she had returned and I found out where she was working, I put in a call only to be told she was off sick… indefinitely. That was the last word.