Maisie, Cecil and Jazz...there are three names to conjure with. There's a trend to embrace some of the names that were popular in the first half of the twentieth century - I know of kids called Mabel, Alfie, Esme and Hardy - but I bet it'll be a while before Cecil hits the top ten again.
A big part of me hopes Jazz was Cecil and Maisie's avant garde offspring, who left Hove as soon as he was able to for the bright lights of Paris or Berlin and became a drug-addled artist of ill repute.
I suspect the truth is more likely to be that Jazz was a Yorkshire terrier whose dreams rarely extended beyond catching squirrels in St Anne's Well Gardens, where you'll find this plaque.
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