Yvonne is my sister. She insisted on having her own web page. So here it is, Yvonne.

She was born on 24 September 1952 in the City of London Hospital, Islington, North London. Yvonne is the daughter of Benjamin Gerard and Gabrielle Palmer. She has two wonderful brothers, Benjamin Laurence and Norman Edmund.

Yvonne lived briefly in Bounds Green, North London, before moving to Glazbury Road, West Kensington where she stayed for seven years. In 1959 she moved to Sahff Eest Lahndon, where she lives at present. She occupied a penthouse suite overlooking the Thames, near Greenwich. (Well .. okay .. if you're not wanting to rent .. an ex-council flat in Deptford. We can do a deal okay? ..) She now lives in Brockley.

She was educated at Assumption Convent in Charlton, and the Notre Dame High School in Southwark. After leaving school she travelled extensively across Europe, Asia and America. On her way to Afghanistan, one of the locals offered a number of camels for her, but she refused the offer.

(Effendi, if you are still interested, please e-mail me .. we can negotiate .. I'll take one camel .. the one with the broken leg .. )

She has worked for a number of organisations, including Rudston Products, who indulged in fellmongering with wet salted sheep, and giving them blue rinses with double face. Hmmmm .... is that legal?

NOTE - If you are interested in fellmongering (with wet salted sheep), you might enjoy some contact with Rudston Products. Ask for Baaaabara ... ( .. and tell them that Yvonne sent you .. )

Yvonne enjoys football (Chelsea FC), fellmongering, wet salted sheep, double face, travel, the computer game Tetris and drinking Bells whisky on a Saturday night.

Her favourite record is Layla by Eric Clapton. Her all time living hero is Walter Gabriel, from Ambridge, Borsetshire. He beat Charlie Cooke, Bumsie and the young man in the Finland Road Post Office (.. but, phew, only just ..)

 

Yvonne is a social animal.

Once, I challenged her. "I bet you ten quid that you can't drink ten pints of beer, one after the other"

She jumped up and ran out of the pub..........

I felt really guilty. I thought that I had totally attacked her self confidence. She returned thirty minutes later, and said "Is the bet still on?" I was really glad to see her back and said "yes, of course......"

She sat down, and drank ten pints. One after the other.......

I gave her the tenner, and said "I hope I didn't upset you just now, but why did you run out of the pub?"

Yvonne said "I wasn't sure that I could do it, so I went to the pub next door to prove to myself that I could ........"

And you think I'm joking ... ????