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Francis Frost 1945 - 2022

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  Francis Frost 1945 - 2022 Francis in Stockbridge 2021 [Part of a letter to Lies Frost, July 2022] I always thought that I had first met Francis when we joined Millers together in October 1967, but in fact we discovered much later that we had each spent a few early months of 1967 living at Mrs Knott’s boarding house in Ashburn Gardens mugging for our bar exams and that we most probably met there at breakfast, although it wasn’t a place at which one fraternised and I don’t think we would have even known each other's names. As you know, he spent his first years at Millers in Frank Ledwith's training room, which was permanently in state of barely- suppressed uproar, as we played practical jokes on each other and particularly on the luckless Nigel Lindrea, who was a year senior to us.   During that time, and for some years afterwards, we would be invited - with you and in my case with Prue - to Frank Ledwith’s excruciating moral-reamament plays, or for ‘drinks’ at his flat w...