My Godmother, Georgie, was the first person to whom I came out. It was the early 1990s and, though outwardly cheerful, I was utterly fixated by what other people might think of me. I had come of age during a time when public displays of affection were illegal and politicians blithely described gay people as phoney half-beings who did not have families or merit happiness. Summoning my paltry reserves of courage, I wrote to Georgie who, within 48 hours, wrote back to say, “Darling! I’ve been trying to drag you out of the closet since you were 12”.


  1. I think she may be the same Georgie Mount with whom I was at school in Italy in the early ’60’s. She was very charismatic, an amazing friend and taught me how to do the ‘Times’ crossword.

    1. Thank you so much for your note. It sounds to me like it has to be one and the same – Georgie was a crossword buff and, from time to time, a crossword setter. She was good at the fiendishly difficult cryptic ones. It’s so nice to hear that you have such positive memories of her. CD

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