That's Carolan's mum, Audrey, behind the RENO BAR. Carolan: a cannabis oil brewing, man stealing, ex-hippy, who made her own spandex hot pants to go down the RENO. Watch her walk out of the shadow of cancer and light up as she lives every moment of her story.

Brian's led a double agent life. Listening to: 'get the nigger . . . get the nigger. ' When his granddad is black.

Brian is pure Zen to listen to. Obviously a deep thinker.

The knives are out. "it was like Women's Lib came down.' Stella said to me, Mandy, and Susie years ago. Full of wine, port and champagne she ain't having it tonight. LOL. It ends well.

Quotes, truths, and Reno breakthroughs. A big up to our Val above. And massive confessions.

We agree: 'we each brought our own thing to the Reno party.' We really love each other. Till me and Stella nearly have a full blown row. LOL. To avert it, we pop the first bottle of champagne.

Here comes the girls. A bottle of wine. A bottle of Snapps. And a bottle of port. Don't adjust your screen. None of us wanted to be on camera so it's under the table. And when it swishes and makes a strange sound it's me checking it's still on. This is brill. Raises the bar. x

It seems totally unreal to write those words above. Unbelievable. And I am gutted I didn't capture the man himself. Gutted. For all of us. Now and in the future. What a life. What stories he would have had to tell.  My absolute two best memories are:

Helen, Johnson back then, first went down the Reno in 1968 ogling the lads. Lanka in 1972 followed her famous mum's footsteps. Waiting for their back in the day photos.

This is what the man bought kiting: two sovereign rings, a big fat watch, big stacker shoes, and a suit.