My Gran, an "illegitimate" child of a Welsh mine office "girl" and who knows, was taken on as a protege with other kids by an English Lord at the turn of last century, educated and exposed to art/culture. His Tory class pilloried him to the grave as a spendthrift waster for it.

My Gran went on to be one of the first women to graduate from Cardiff Uni in the early 1920s, A Teacher of English and Classics, spoke 5 languages fluently, as politically savvy as you get and a lifetime of fighting those Tory bastards! A great woman.

Gran had twins, one a chronic snob, the other like her Mum a maverick, take no prisoners activist every day of her life, my Aunty. Still occupying trees and feeding demonstrating activists soup at 75. Lifelong Union, married to lifelong Union. They couldn't be any more different.

Anyway, Lord Tredegar, it was a brilliant investment, you would've been so proud of her, as I am.

Anyway, TY for tolerating this indulgence, I loved my Gran so much and I want tell people how bldy brilliant she was. Thanks Gran, I'll always miss you.

An inspiration and provocateur in the endless quest to free me from my Mother's (her daughter no less) crippling upwardly mobile snobbery. I'll always be grateful to her for the look of horror on my Mum's face went she proceeded to describe the biology of the female orgasm to me.