Final words? Don’t have none. Said enough already. I’ll say goodbye with a story about Thomas Moore, you know, the great 19th century songwriter? Him and Lord Byron are sat by the Thames. Beautiful summer morning. Everything’s quiet. Then this pleasure-boat goes past and it’s chock full of day-trippers, all singing away, one of Moore’s Irish Melodies. Poor old Byron turns to Moore with a wistful look. ‘Ah, Tom,’ he says. ‘That’s fame.’

FROM FRAN’S FINAL INTERVIEW