A Future of B.S. and STUPIDity..

Louise was awarded an A* and 29/30 for what her teacher described as a “highly entertaining piece” which I have transcribed here. Probably written around 2005-06 it was very prescient! You can find the original here.

‘In the future we will all be slaves to things like personal stereos, computers and mobile phones’

Welcome to the new age, one of ultimate non-communication. People fool themselves into thinking that they are communicating by having their mobiles switched on all day and checking their emails constantly. What they are actually engaging in is the ultimate form of non-communication (which will from now on be referred to as UNC).

The phenomenon of UNC has only arisen in the last ten or so years. It is highly dangerous as people often do not recognise UNC for what it actually is. UNC occurs when one being transmits unnecessary waffle (which from now on be referred to as B.S.) via a UNC unit such as a mobile telephone or computer.

This B.S. often takes the form of a subject which one party could not care less about as it does not concern them in any way. Here is an example of B.S.:

Hi Miranda, just to let you know, Jack broke up with me. I’m so depressed.’

‘Oh. I am sorry…’

B.S. is however only B.S. if the information is conveyed through a UNC unit, otherwise it is just known as information. The demon that causes this information to become B.S. is the issue of non-communicative communication (otherwise known as UNC), and the reason is simple. UNC contains no personal levels whatsoever and therefore the B.S. has to be interpreted by the person on the receiving end of B.S. Often this B.S. is misinterpreted as negative B.S. or unnecessary B.S. which makes a lot of people sick of all this B.S.

It would all be very harmless B.S. apart from one thing, UNC is highly addictive. A UNC addict is often compulsive (a regular checker of UNC units), impulsive (frequently changes plans over UNC), paranoid (says things like “why haven’t they called yet!?”) and cannot go any long period of time without UNC. In other words their life is ruled by B.S.

However, when the young UNC addicts do have a spare moment away from all their usual BS, they can usually be found indulging in the following: Stereos, TV, Underage drinking, Playstations, Internet and occasionally Drugs (abbreviation = STUPID). STUPIDity also carries the same high-risk addictiveness.

In conclusion, our lives are already controlled by B.S. and STUPIDity.

School days

Caroline writes  Dear Vicky I shall be thinking of you all today and I shall be  remembering Louise as a year three girl dressed in her brown and blue North London collegiate school uniform with her hair flying all over the place she dashed around the grounds at Canons . I shall also remember recalling her life at school as I sat with Mrs McCabe and Mrs Prazer at Louise’s memorial service at Cecil Sharp House. Be strong today. we are all thinking of you love Caroline xx

Fatty Thursdays

Dot writes Dear Lil Lou, It’s been 10 years since you left us but your beautiful soul is forever with us . You were always a very kind and amazing friend who’s always there for you. Memories of our Fatty Thursdays and great nights out full of joy and laughter feel me up with love but sadness at same time. I miss you very much and so does everyone else. Your beautiful sprit is shining on us all. I’m so lucky to have met you and your family. Love you forever and ever ❤️❤️❤️xxx

Flyer girls…

Laura Campbell writes: Just been sat thinking about Lou and just remembered a night out when I used to stay at yours. We used to flyer for queens of noise for a bit of cash and free entry to the club night. We would take most to a random pub toilet and leave them there. One night we were both quite drunk and waiting at the bar to be served and Lou said she felt sick, so I said quick let’s go to the toilet but she said she couldn’t make it and threw up on the bar ! I grabbed her and ran to the toilets before anyone saw and we managed to get away with it to dance the rest of the night 🤣

On the piste

Friend Susie writes: I couldn’t leave a memory on louisecattell.com – my tech incompetence! – so I thought I’d write the 2 most vivid memories I have of her here.

One is meeting Louise at a station or airport en route to go skiing and she had a purple streak in her hair and the widest smile in the crowd.

In Champoussin there was a double T-bar lift station right below the chalet. One late afternoon Vicky and I were leaning over the chalet’s balcony rail. There was a shortish queue for the lift – probably the last run of the day.  Ross took the lift at his turn, and no one joined him. Suddenly from the right swooped Louise, along the queue and in beside Ross – perfect timing just as the T-bar jerked away.  “Oh, she does love her Daddy” said Vicky.

A young friend

Jane writes: I was so fortunate to have your Louise in my life and to consider her a friend, getting to know her in her teens and early adulthood on those lovely family ski-ing and Tobago holidays. She was such infectious fun and always lit up the room  – I’ll never forget us ‘girls’ in the wonderful, warm Caribbean Sea singing away with our swimming costumes on our heads (not on our bodies!), encouraged by Louise and Tobagan rum punches!  Not just fun, she was such a kind and caring person, and I always thought in many ways, wise beyond her years. When I broke my arm over Christmas in Champery she offered to spend days with me while everyone was out ski-ing and regularly checked in on how I was, even from Australia. I treasured those texts from Australia and when my phone was stolen shortly after her death, my immediate reaction was to chase down the road after the young man, screaming at him, that he had stolen irreplaceable text messages from my young friend and that he had to give my phone back. it wasn’t a question of insurance, I wanted the texts and offered the local lads a £250 cash reward for finding it.  I failed to retrieve it of course, but that’s another story. It was such a pleasure, along with my great friend Jane Grisewood, who also adored Louise, to give her advice when she was putting together her application for art school.  She will always be with me, and my heart goes out to the three of you next week.  I look forward to meeting up when we are allowed, to celebrate and remember her short but action packed, memorable life.

A business lesson

“Can you lend me some money dad?”

We are standing outside Louise’s bedroom and she tells me that she wants to put on a gig.

“I will if you can show me how I’m going to get it back” I tell her. Off she goes and comes back later with a page setting out what she needs to spend – deposit for the venue, cash up front for the sound engineer, cost of flyers, and what she expects to get on the door. I am impressed and cough up the required cash.

Nevertheless I am very proud of her when the day after the event she pulls a wad of tenners out of her jeans and pays me back. I was pretty amazed that the venue, Egg, would even rent itself out to a 16 year old but I guess she did not tell them!

Other gigs followed including the successful ‘Indie Speed Dating’ night at Nambucca. A pair of my shoes featured on the flyer for that one. She did have one upset when she ran an event at Madame JoJos in Soho.

“It’s all the fault of that stupid person on the door” she tells me. Bands and DJs had been booked but nearly everyone who came told the door that they were on the guest list and got in without paying. I bailed her out and she then dutifully paid me back a bit at a time out of future profits. After a few months I let her off the balance but a good lesson in entrepreneurship was learned!

A country Girl

Those friends who remember Louise DeeJaying in the West End, selling vintage clothes in Camden Market or just holding forth in the Good Mixer or the Marathon may be surprised to know that at least for the first years of her life she was a country girl. We lived in Blewbury, a village in South Oxfordshire on the edge of the Downs. In our first cottage we had fields outside the front door and after moving we had a big garden on the edge of the Downs. Louise loved to play outside with her friends and at Easter we would see who could roll an egg the furthest down the side of the local chalk pit. Here she is on a sunny Spring day rather like today in London.

Back in London

In September 2016 we leave Singapore and come back to Europe, and our house in London is newly rebuilt too.  In June Vicky remembers the lovely memorial for Louise five years’ earlier on mid-summer’s day and we see a great turnout at the bench and then later at home.

Chuck and Clare at the bench
Chuck and Clare at the bench

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Vicky’s sister Bonnie (above with Tommy) is also in town so there is a big family turnout as well as friends young and old.

Later in the year Vicky meets up with Tim Arnold at the Roundhouse and makes a visit to Louise’s bench where they find a touching message from some local big issue sellers…

Tim and Vicky at the Bench in December
Tim and Vicky at the Bench in December

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Louise’s friends are growing up with marriages and babies.  On her Birthday Vicky organises another get together in Camden and there is a fine turnout including Rainbow’s (Claire) baby – ‘Bow’.

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Dot with little Bow, Vicky and Loulou

More babies in February as Vicky’s brother Sasha comes to stay with us in Switzerland with his two year old, Milo, and partner Mel.  A very cute little cousin for Louise.

Vicky with Sasha, Milo and Mel
Vicky with Sasha, Milo and Mel

Finally on the 6th anniversary of Louise’s death on 2 March, friend Zac organises a great evening in Nambucca, Holloway, where we get another good turnout to listen to Darling BOY, Portland (pka Five Working Days) and the Scarletina.  Earlier in the day Vicky meets up with Kylie and Bex who can’t make it later.

Kylie, Loulou and Bex at the bench
Kylie, Loulou and Bex at the bench

Many thanks to Zac for organising everything and all the bands and DJs who helped the evening, as well as Darling BOY who stood in for Tim Arnold and sang “Little London Lou”.

Zac with Dot and Elle
Zac with Dot and Elle

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Simon, Vicky, Tommy and Elle

Finally Vicky gave a short presentation to thank everyone for coming and for helping us to raise funds for Mentor (which has now merged with Angelus).

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Five years on…

… and we still think of Louise every day.  In September Vicky and I visited Mana Pools in Zimbabwe again and this time Tommy and Olivia came too. Our friends had made a beautiful raft of flowers which we launched at the spot where we had scattered Louise’s ashes and watched it floating away in the African sunset.

Launching a raft of flowers into the Zambezi
Launching a raft of flowers into the Zambezi

 

Louise's flowers drifting down the Zambezi
Louise’s flowers drifting down the ZambeziI

In November we are shocked to hear that Louise’s bench in Camden has been badly vandalised.  To our surprise Camden Council are amazing and replace it at their cost.  Three cheers for Camden.

A new bench for Louise opposite the Roundhouse in Camden
A new bench for Louise opposite the Roundhouse in Camden

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Also in November Vicky wrote a touching piece for the Sunday Times describing how hard it is to lose a child after the news that Nick Cave had lost his son.  I have copied the article to the Press and Radio section of this site.

In April Vicky meets up with some of Louise’s old friends in the Hawley Arms – a favourite old haunt.

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Finally we continue to travel and spot things that remind us of little Lou and things that she loved.  Kids hool-a-hooping in Cambodia, brightly dressed girls in China, giant Buddhas in Japan and cats in Laos.  We also get multiple visits each day from our friendly sunbird in Singapore who has picked up a mate.  Louise you are always in our lives.

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