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Molley Godet says that creatively, the best thing she did (other than giving up advertising) was take a weekend watercolour course with Chris Marson shortly after she returned to live in Bermuda which led to exhibiting and selling, some work. This eventually led to having a painting accepted for the Bacardi Biennial. Which led to winning the Charman prize. Which has led to the current show at Masterworks. She said: “I hope it will eventually lead to me completing the very large piece I have been planning for the past year or so. And, which, on the way, has introduced me to some very good friends. The best bit of all. Interview by the Bermuda Sun’s Sarah Lagan.

When did you last laugh out loud?
When you asked me to do this interview.

Your earliest memory?
Burying my favourite hair clip in the hopes that it would grow more. I never found it again.

What were you like in school?
Always in trouble.

If you were given a million dollars tomorrow what would you do with it?
Spend it.

Who is your hero/heroine?
Not sure I have one, although the Queen of England is pretty stoic.

Human trait you value most in others?
Straightforward honesty.

Do you believe in fate?
Yes. Although I think it’s given us to be manipulated.

Your greatest fear?
Getting stuck in the tunnel of the Great pyramid with 200 Japanese tourists behind me.

Most embarrassing moment?
There certainly have been some, but probably worse to come.

Your ultimate ambition?
To die quickly, painlessly and without knowing it.

Your most unappealing habit?
Ask my friends. Or better still, ask my enemies.

Describe yourself in three words.
Old, loud, vulgar.

Which human trait do you dislike the most?
Dishonesty and pretentiousness: neck and neck.....

Best party you’ve ever been to?
Still to come, I hope. But my late husband’s 50th was pretty cool.

Anyone you’d like to say ‘sorry’ to?
Lots.

Worst job you’ve ever done?
Silver service waitress in a scabby (but up-itself) restaurant in London. I was fired after four nights, thank Heaven.

Biggest regret?
Not buying that house in Marylebone.

Closest you’ve ever come to death?
Skidding under a bus in the rain on my mobylette, aged 15. Either the bus or my father could have killed me. It was a pretty close-run thing.

Your desert island song?
A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square.

What animal would you be and why?
My son’s domestic cat, Mavis. The most cosseted being I know.

What do you do if you can’t sleep?
Think.

If you had a time machine, where would you go?
To my paternal grandmother’s house on Hinson’s Island.

Your most memorable dream?
I bought a little old wreck of a house in France, secretly. And did it up myself, badly, secretly.
And then couldn’t remember where it was. And was not sure if it was a dream or not.
And couldn’t ask anyone because I had done it secretly. It must have been a dream as I can’t find the deeds.

Most unpleasant exchange you’ve have had with a person?
Oh dear. I think there have been quite a few.

Best advice you have ever taken?
Always tell the truth.

What do you most dislike about you appearance?
What’s to like?

What do you like best about your appearance?
I can’t see it.

Nicest thing anyone has ever said to you?
I miss you.

Define romantic love.
Much the best if unrequited.

What’s your best joke?
Can never remember any punch lines, therefore my life with jokes is restricted to listening, laughing and forgetting.

Most treasured possession?
My two children.

A dream location for a home?
Bermuda’s not too bad.

What keeps you up at night?
The two walkers who pass my house in the early hours of the morning, every morning, chatting loudly. Wouldn’t be so annoying if the conversation was interesting.

Guilty pleasure?
Foie gras and caviar (not necessarily together).

Favourite film?
Zulu.

Your proudest achievement?
I have some of my advertising work held in the archives of MOMA.

Most important lesson life has taught you?
Don’t prevaricate.

What would you most like to be remembered for?
Anything good

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