Today should be my brother, Will’s birthday, but he’s not here to congratulate. So, instead, here is a song for him. It’s Nina Simone singing Here Comes the Sun, just because he was a fan, and even met her once. Apparently, she was very taken with his dog, Lady – a scary beast he’d almost literally stolen from a man who was using her for fighting. Odd behaviour I admit, but pretty much what I expected from my little brother, and he was rewarded with a lifetime of love and loyalty from a very grateful dog.
He wasn’t the most conventional of people – his exploits would probably outrage Daily Mail reading Middle England – but he was never cruel or malicious, quite the opposite; he was intelligent, kind, brave, very talented, and most important of all, very much loved.
I was very touched to see how many people attended his funeral. Hundreds of people from all walks of life and from all over Europe came to say goodbye to him. The establishment rubbed shoulders with New Age travellers, all got along remarkably well, and all had an anecdote to share. My brother was remembered very fondly, which I think is a sign that, although his life was short, it was worthwhile; not only will he be deeply missed by many, many people, but in time they will remember him and smile.
Anyhoo – Bilbo, I hope you, Lady and Nina Simone are having a bunfight, replete with lots of blancmange, and JD. Keep an eye on Barnie for me … and tell Pater to stop trying to redesign the afterlife; I’m sure that if it needed built-in wardrobes it would already have them x
Some are still amongst my email, but I fear others have disappeared into the ether – including my Jane Austen and the Monkey Butlers post, which is disappointing, I felt that was one of my finest contributions to the blogosphere.
Jack Yan
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