As an ‘adopted’ child of the George family, my memories of Mau are from the times June and I spent with her in Cardigan Road and visiting her in London, but also those memories are mixed with June’s stories before I arrived. Mau was a sister to me and when she recently spent time with us in France we spent a lot of time talking about the past including when she was a youngster; all under the influence alcohol. Before I arrived on the Portsmouth scene, Mau had already survived the rock and roll years of Cliff and The Shads, high heels, pencil skirts and of course the beehive hairstyle. During her time at Portsmouth Poly, she developed her taste in music and was listening to blues legends such as Jimmy Reid and John Lee Hooker. She introduced me to the Congolese Mass album which was quite ‘ niche’ for its time. Mau was so cool. She even got to see the legendary Paul Simon on his 1963 UK tour as well as other musicians on the Portsmouth Folk Scene. Mau not only listened to Pete Seeger and other artists who wrote protest songs, she also stood up for her beliefs, joining the CND and marching. During one of our reminiscences in France she told us that she attempted to join the Women’s Peace March at Greenham Common but ended up being arrested outside of Portsmouth and sent home by the police. Inevitably, during this period her dress code centred around the beatnik persona I.e. duffle coat and jeans. As I understand it, the beehive survived intact. This short lived period ended abruptly with London calling, and she moved to the big smoke to find a proper job. Her time at BOAC brought about a radical change in her wardrobe, she soon became a mod girl, typifying the swinging sixties. With her mini kilt , fairisle jumper and Mary Quant bob, she confined her beehive to the dustbin of time. By now June and I were spending time with Mau both in Portsmouth and London. We had some brilliant times together and really enjoyed Mau’s company. Shortly after June and I were married, Mau was homeward bound , returning to Pompey and working at the city library. As I worked around the corner from her, our paths would often cross in the morning. She always went to work looking immaculate and now she had moved into her Biba stage with her hair cut a la Farah Fawcett. Mau always moved with the times and her next adventure would be in Bolton with Dave, my old mate.