Too poor to be born, Fifi was put together from discarded Spitfire parts and second-hand mohair wool. Her parents were a motor engineer and a canteen cook, which is why she fries everything in Castrol GTX.
Fifi hails from Yorkshire but from all other places speaks quite normally. Following the closure of her pit in the 1980s, she became an economic migrant and moved south. Soon afterwards, her body did the same.
She has written all her life, and if she could write it again she’d make sure it had more exotic locations and an inherited fortune.
Words are her passion. As she says:
‘If you ain’t got words, how do you say,
“I’ll have a glass of Chardonnay”?’