Bad news in the Onepot household

[guest7]

Just found out via BBC on-line that my old mate John has died of a Brain haemorrhage. Here's the PAGE

I've known John since about 1980 and he was one of those blokes who just knew everything, it was entertaining trying to catch him out on historical facts... I never managed it. I took a massive load of flak one year when he mentioned my birthday on his radio show, saying something like "hello to my big butch biking chum Graham" in his incredibly camp voice (he made Russell Grant sound like Vin Diesel).

I'd lost touch with him over the last few years and feel a bit of a bastard now for not chasing him up. Too bloody late now 

He may not have been a biker, but he wore a black leather jacket all the time I knew him and he lived more of a rock and roll lifestyle than most of us will manage. 


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[squirrelciv]

Bad news matey. Think the lesson to take from this is enjoy your mates company while you've got 'em. We are all better people for those we know.

[002]

Sorry to here about your mate John.

He mentioned the Boys in the Workshop at Bevans on his radio show at your request.
Made me chuckle and Sean wince,which made me chuckle even more.

I met him a couple of times and he certainly was a larger than life charactor.

Jethro

[guest7]

What's even worse is that I have to go to another gay funeral. Going by previous experience no matter how natty my suit is I will still look like a tramp in the company of exceedingly well-groomed and well-dressed men 

In fact I'm looking forward to it, John led a fairly racy life and we had some spectacular partying adventures together. I'm guessing everyone there will have similar stories to tell.

When I met him he was a surveyor (having studied this at college) but almost immediately gave this up for a life of indolence on the dole. He spent his days reading or entertaining friends in his strange attic flat in Cardiff's dockland. One day he announced that he had found a job with BBC Radio Wales, writing and reading out the horoscopes on the morning show. He recounted the surreal experience of being interviewed by the JobCentre staff when he signed off.
"So, Mr Davies (his real name), can you tell me what your salary will be?"
"Yes, £250 per week" (this was a good sum in 1985)
"And what are your hours?"
"Seven hours a week"
"We don't appreciate that sort of humour Mr Davies"

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