Wednesday, 6 January 2010
I was a bit sad today, as this afternoon Gail & I attended my neighbour's funeral. You may remember that he actually died the Sunday before Christmas. So the grieving has been a long time coming.
The crematorium was packed, with relatives, friends, fellow journalists and readers of his newspaper articles. It was a nice service, and one of his workmates got up and spoke about him for about five minutes. Reciting amusing stories of his adventures to get a story. How he fell asleep whilst interviewing David Soul, and drinking with George Best.
What picture to show? I thought about some; his favourite pub for instance. But there could only be one really, the Nottingham Evening Post building. A newspaper he worked for, for the best part of 20 years.
He will be sadly missed