Growing up, weekends were always more fun with a visit to Auntie Dot and Uncle Joe.... and of course cousins Carol and Shelagh. Eight years older than me, Carol was that livewire relative who lived and breathed the pop music, fashion and fun that came with the liberating Sixties. I remember her teenager's bedroom with piles of hit singles, crazy dancing and hairspray - lots of it! When I was 10 she took me to see The Rolling Stones at Portsmouth Guildhall.... and the Rock Chick in me was born! An incredible night and experience that I never forgot. Always vibrant, she loved her mum and dad with a passion yet was generous to share both when times in my household were difficult. Love you forever, Carol - for all of that and everything you gave to and cherished in your family. Colleen xxx