The author and artist was dedicated to her work, right to the very end – and no one could draw a tiger’s smile quite like her, writes Nancy Banks-Smith
When I went to interview Nigel Kneale about Quatermass he would keep talking about his wife. Apparently she was a writer herself. The more I hauled the steering wheel over to malevolent Martians and aliens in the attic (he kept the Quatermass monster in his study) the more the conversation drifted back towards pink rabbits and tigers who dropped in for tea. Some powerful gravitational force was at work here, professor.
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