I dunno. You put your best gingham skirt on, do your hair all nice and bang on 1965 trend, fly all the way to Greece for your honeymoon and what happens? Your husband can't relax for a moment. No, it's got to be Reggie Kray, East End gangster, mean and moody. I'm sick of this. Acropolis, that's what they call this place. A-crap-olis, more like.
That seems to be what Reggie Kray's first wife Frances Shea is thinking in this, one of the few photos known to have been taken of the pair during their short-lived marriage, which is now going under the hammer at Brightwell's Fine Art Auctioneers in Leominster. But who's to say? Maybe she is suddenly glimpsing the future – visions of secrecy, violence, murder, friendship with Barbara Windsor – or already plotting the annulment she would ask for two years later on the grounds of non-consummation of the marriage. Either way, it looks like prison for either of them would have been a welcome change already.
