My mad neighbour
SIR: ‘Mad’ Frankie Fraser (Old Un’s Notes, February issue) was my neighbour in a newly-built block of council flats in Duncan Street, Angel, Islington, in 1985-6.
Like Adolf Hitler and like me, he had served as a Catholic altar boy, before training as a dental auxiliary.
Apart from the hair, treated with monumental quantities of Grecian 2000, two vivid memories:
• Black cabbies regularly dropping him off with a cheery greeting and gratis, as if he was some kind of hero.
• A nasty fire in my outside dustbin shed housing the gas supply, requiring our temporary evacuation – presumably intended for Frankie, two staircases away.
Happy days!
Yours sincerely, Anthony Weaver, London WC2
Magic of fat fairies
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