Joss Stone, real name Jocelyn Eve Stoker, is English Serenity. Jose, sometimes written José, was short for Josephine. Her maiden name was Drake, and she came from Norwich. Her Husband was Ron Nightingale. He was the manager of the Norwich Woolworths but during the war, entered the army on a commission and was a Capt in the RASC ( same Reg. as my Dad). She was a bit flighty and was seeing someone else while Ron was away. After the war, she got divorced and remarried and Mum lost touch. Here's another photo. This one is called ATS Off Duty! and has been published in a book entitled Bletchley Park People. For the first year she was there, Mum was billeted with two local families (of which I have the addresses from those letters mentioned earlier) but in early 1944, Shenley Road camp was opened right next door to Bletchly Park and this had about 50 or 60 huts and in each, approx. 16 or so we're billeted. Mum was in hut C10. This picture is taken behind the hut (which you can see in the background) and shows some of hut C10's inhabitants (all ATS) one day when they were Off Duty! Mum is in the middle at the back wearing the tie. I've done a lot of research on this time as you can see. As well as the letters, I have about 20 photographs.
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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
Another head hangs lowly Child is slowly taken Another Mother's breaking Heart is taking over. RIP Dolores
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
"Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still."
It's a précise of the lyrics of Zombie. Thought they fitted yesterday's sad news quite well.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
She was a bit of a booze hound so my bet is the rock star death of booze and pills with self asphyxia from choking on own vomit. Many musical illuminii have checked out this way. Sad.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
I've read somewhere she overdosed sleep pills, so yes it was rock star's death as you said. She also was bipolar, add to that artistic heart and you have a result.
It seems to be the curse of superstardom. Unfortunately many celebs can't quite get a handle on fame and fortune and fall of the wagon. Obviously her managers can't be watching her riund the clock and you cant tell people what to dobjg she obviously fell into the wrong circles.
I will never forget when they announced that Peaches Geldof died. How old was she? 24? I was stunned. She has two little boys. God almighty. Those poor babies will never see their mommy grow up.
Tara Palmer Tomkinson- drugs got her too. With both of them there were massive warning signs for yonks yet I do ask myself could more have been done to save them.
@serenity you have to go back further to childhood, that's when most damage is done. I believe she was sexually abused as a child- that kind of pain never really goes away. When you're a child you don't understand you're being victimized, then as an understanding adult- you try to figure out why it even happened and why you weren't protected. Alot of great artists are simply dealing with childhood pain, where there has been a lack of love..money can't heal that.
U R I E L What is done in the dark will always come to light
That's so sad. A brilliant man and British too! One of his quotes is 'Don't look down at your shoes; look up to the stars'! And “We are just an advanced breed of monkeys on a minor planet of a very average star. But we can understand the Universe. That makes us something very special.”
[Professor Stephen Hawking]
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.