About a) Keith
Keith was born in Farnborough, Kent, in 1935. He recalls with great excitement witnessing the Battle of Britain as a young boy, loving the Spitfire planes flying over his home, being only a few minutes from Biggin Hill (captured in some of his watercolour paintings). He was evacuated to his Grandparents in Cwmgorse, near Swansea, in Wales, learning some Welsh. On returning to Farnborough and school, he joined the school boxing team. He went on to box at welterweight in the Amateur Boxing club at Beckenham. This was the start of the building of his character and he has some lovely little stories from this time (“read the book”). He has always enjoyed his sports big time: football, rugby, cricket and sailing and of course pubs! They go hand in hand, don’t they?!
After school, Keith moved on to study at Beckenham School of Art, but he wasn’t keen with his time there and left, taking himself to Grove Park, where he signed up for the Army. Again, there are some great stories to be heard about this time, but he isn’t quite ready for them to be repeated in print yet (“read the book!”). One bit of information though, is that he was in the Army Olympic Cross-Country Ski Team, but due to one little accident, he didn’t quite make the 1960 Olympics.
After his Army service, Keith returned to advertising and went on to work at London’s leading art studio, Carlton Artists, in Portman Square. He moved on to become Art Director for a top American advertising agency. He won many awards creating corporate identities and campaigns for several international clients.
During this time, he became quite a high flyer, spending his money and the next years designing and building racing cars (and women!), which he then raced in the British (actually won the British Championship), European and World Championships of Sports Cars (the cars I mean).
He carried on his advertising career and finally managed his own creative consultancy in Chelsea.
He has always enjoyed jazz since his teens, playing drums with many great musicians, often in his own band. He helped run the Steering Wheel Club in Curzon Street, London. Oh! The stories we have of this time. Many famous musicians paid visits, to unwind after their London gigs. One such time, some of the Woody Herman band arrived and one by one, took out their musical instruments and played a storm. The hotel opposite phoned at 3am to ask what was going on, you’re disturbing the guests! So Keith said to send them over.
Keith and I met in 1985. He was such great fun, making me laugh so much. Having just been widowed, I needed this. It was just prior to the closing of the Steering Wheel Club and I so enjoyed London, never having experiencing such night-life before, only daytime. Keith began playing drums again and I became his roadie.
It was in 1990 that we started our own jazz club at Badgers Mount, with great bands, such as the 15pce Chrissie Lee Big Band, all girls (what connotations could be used on the mike, i.e. the Chrissie Lee big girls’ band!). Vintage Jazz Band was one of our first bands and was still with us up until 11th May 2012. When the pub was sold, the next owners razed the club house to the ground. A friend came by and saw the remains of the club and said to Keith, you must have had a good band last night they brought the house down.
We moved the jazz to Keith’s football club and although we worried we would lose the great atmosphere of Badgers, we needn’t have worried, because everyone stayed with us and, mainly due to our ‘mafia table’, our atmosphere too.
Having retired, Keith now enjoys life as a watercolour artist, painting famous Jazz musicians, landscapes, seascapes and other subjects. He has had many exhibitions, receiving several commissions. (Please email us for details of future exhibitions & to be notified of his oncoming website). Such talent, I could spit! ha ha.
P.S. On reading this, Keith says “That’s enough bullshit for me!!!”
First published Feb 24, 2009 @ 16:35 – and Updated April 2016
Diane Grant (was Diane Pratt, widowed) née Horder, I was born in Catford, London SE6 in ……. oh no! (Well, I’m thirty several and a bit more, plus VAT, you work it out).
When we were very young, my sister June and I used to entertain all the kids in our neighbourhood, they actually paid to see us sing and dance – entrance fee 6d and a drink and a cake 3d! Anybody out there, who can remember us? Well, it’s a bit late in life, but as a few of you know, I now sing professionally (no comments there please!) at Ye Olde Whyte Lyon. A young couple (now lovely friends) came in one day and booked us to play at their wedding. This was at Leeds Castle, in Kent – in King Henry VIII’s Banqueting Hall no less. Phew! I am still a nervous singer and need the words in front of me, but I’m loving it.
I met my dear husband, Len, when I was aged just 14, we began going out when I was 15 (ahh). We married when I was 21. We had two children and (now widowed) have two grandchildren. As my life has been full of tragic events, I will not iterate, as Keith’s life is so much more fun to read. I will just add that Jazz, dancing and friendships go a long way. To help anyone who has experienced the same, please try to LAUGH at anything bad that comes your way, be strong. Also, to all you single ladies, jazz clubs are safe places to come to on your own. Music is a powerful healer too, as well as dancing. You can immerse yourself if only for an evening.
Not much about my life, although I have been inventive in three areas, not yet on the market (one to do with the music world). So perhaps one day I shall have something to tell about myself. Meanwhile, go to Keith’s history, he’s much more interesting.
Oh just one more thing, Keith and I got married at last (yes, to each other!) in October 2017. We had been together for over 32yrs (engaged for 16yrs – we just had to be sure).
P.S. Just a quick funny, we knew the man who produced The News Shopper, the late Peter Croxford (a jazz lover). He was very eloquent with words. One evening, we were out having a drink with him and out of the blue he said “You don’t mind your name, do you Diane!” I replied “No”, and he said, “But you really don’t mind it, do you!” I again said “No, I wouldn’t have married the name, if I was that worried and anyway, I was called all sorts of names – my son calls me cretin and my daughter calls me Deirdre”. He said he didn’t like that. I replied “Oh, it’s only in fun”. But he answered “The next time your son calls you a cretin, you call him a coprolite”. I asked him “What is a coprolite Peter?” He said “It’s a fossilised turd, but don’t tell him, let him find out”.
Published Mar28, 2009 @ 13.39 and Updated December 2018