No, she smelt of Miss Dior, I believe.
She was utterly fúcking mental. Attacked me with a bread knife once, and that wasn't even a particularly outrageous incident.
Ramsgate's gone all gentrified in recent years. I imagine your erstwhile chick has been forced out to Margate or Herne Hill, most likely into a life of prostitution.
It's about to open the world's largest Wetherspoons on the seafront, with a huge sun terrace. It's actually been quite charmingly and thoughtfully done.