It's now a year since we
lost dear Jenni and I still sometimes can't believe she's gone, half expecting
a Rossfax to roll out of the fax machine or a kneemail to pop up on screen.
I'm not a great believer in this type of anniversary, so I shall think of it
as an annual celebration of her life and remember all the 'wonderful' things
she taught me, such as how to laugh at life itself and, above all, how to shop
properly and spend Dave's money.
I shall also remember the super times we had together keeping shop on board
the Ocean Defender and Ross Revenge and how many people were amazed on meeting
us that we had only been friends for a short time; most seemed to gain the impression
we'd known each other all our lives and that's how we felt about it, too.
We shared a lot in common and also complemented each other in the way we both
looked at life: she would cheer me up if I got too serious; I would bring her
back down to earth when she got carried away with fantastic but totally impractical
ideas.
Well, although Jenni has been taken from us at a cruelly young age, no-one can
take the memories and experiences away and she'll live on in all our hearts
and minds forever, I'm sure. She certainly made a difference with her contribution
to today's offshore radio scene and maybe radio waves do travel further than
we think. Bet she'll be tuning in to Big L 2001, hey? She'll be in good company
with Kenny Everett, Tony Windsor, Paul Kaye, Chuck Blair, et al.
Just a suggestion, Mary: how about making her a posthumous member of the Knees
Club? She'd think that was wonderful and something of a first to be signed up
posthumousknee."
I think this is an excellent idea of Pauline's. All the Radio London DJs mentioned above were also members, and as the photos on this page illustrate, Jenni owned a superb pair of patellae. We really can't leave her out, can we? Jenni will be awarded Knees Club membership number 382 and I will ask her brother John to sign the KC book on her behalf. John has already requested that Bud Ballou include a special dedication during his 2001 Big L show, as he is certain Jenni will be listening somewhere.
(Right: Chris's birthday
party, December 1998. Pauline, standing, l to r, Alan Hardy, Mary, Chris and
Jenni)
As far as
Jenni was concerned, life was all about laughter. If something funny happened,
she went out of her way to share the joke with everyone else and we all enjoyed
reciprocating. Sometimes hilarious items would turn up from her, via the snail,
but most often it was by knee-mail. Usually, it was a case of Jenni, Pauline
and myself setting each other off on jokes about the most ridiculous subjects,
with three-way messages flying about for days on end. Of course, we were all-three
fluent in 'patellaese' – the language of knees – and this enhanced
all of our communkneecations. Sometimes poor Pauline would find herself too
snowed under with work to join in, but kept herself going by reading my exchanges
with Jenni. Luckily, we still have those hilarious messages to look back on
with great pleasure.
The last knee-mail I received from Jenni was on June 13th last year. It said
simply "Brilliant! Just brilliant!" The 'brilliant' item in question was a slightly
naughty picture which I'd sent to Jenni at work. She'd decided it was a bit
too rude for public consumption and asked me if I would forward it to her at
home.
So many times since then, I've discovered items that have immediately made me
think, "Jenni would have really loved that."
Thanks, Jenni, for so much shared laughter. "Brilliant! Just brilliant!"
