Corinna and I will be leaving Woolsery sometime before noon for the long (and more than slightly tedious) drive to the East Midlands. Tonight we stay with my mama-in-law in Oakham, the county town of Rutland for those of you interested in such matters. Tomorrow I sleep in a travelodge with a P.G.Wodehouse paperback and maybe a laptop (and quite possibly a teensy weensy brandy or three) whilst Corinna and the girls do whatever it is womenfolk do on the night before a wedding.
For the record, on the night before mine back in 2007 Graham and I spent most of the time trying to eject the egregiously drunk Simon Wolstencroft, now departed from this mortal plain, from my kitchen where he sat, holding forth in an embarrasing manner to various of my nearest and dearest whilst dressed like a mariachi bandsman. But that is another story.
The bloggo is now in the excellent hands of Lizzy Clancy lizzy@cfz.org.uk and Graham Inglis graham@cfz.org.uk so whatever transpires from now on is now't to do with me guv. Now't to do with me until Saturday night that is.
Byeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Monday, January 19, 2009
Sad News: SIMON WOLSTENCROFT is dead
I am sad to hear that Simon Wolstencroft has died, because for many years we were very close friends.I am certain that everyone reading this will know that there was bad blood between us at the end, and that there had been for several years, and I feel that it would be completely hypocritical of me to pretend that this never happened. Iggy Tavares, bless him, had tried to mend the rift on several occassions, but it was too deep and too fundamental, and - given the circumstances - was never going to be fixed. But I wanted to mark his passing, and remember the kind, funny, gentle, irreverent, and sweet man who was my friend for five or six years, before the illness took control..
When he was at his peak, he was the best editor that I ever had, and I learned a lot about the editor's craft from him. After he and I parted company I missed him a lot, and always hoped that somehow we would become friends again, although I knew that this was never going to happen. I still miss him, and my heart goes out to Debbie at this sad time.
Cheers old mate... Jon
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