To honour this fabulous lady and her beautiful boy Sonny, Mish and I thought we'd set up a fund to put a few quid in Sonny's pocket to be used however he likes. My memories of her are a little purple hazy, but what stands out is how kind, funny and badass she was. I first saw her in person at Notting Hill Carnival smoking a doobie and vibing to the beat. She was effortless in her cool, always true to her self, her roots. I admired her tenacity, loved her naughty humour, and treasured her modelling advice ("fuck 'em!").