So you of character for Bub to leave a party early, before the music had stopped and the band had gone home. But boy, what a party it was.
Those of us lucky enough to share his stardust stage and see him twisting and never sticking, never a backward glance and rarely a forward one, doing the un-doable, planning his next exploit, living life off the cuff.
Everyone has a corner of their heart, marked 'Bub'. I imagine him smiling down now from above, proudly telling his Mum and Dad about his much loved family, Tinker at his feet, and dreaming his dreams about Mendlesham to Maradona.
Take a rest old friend. You have lived the life that only you could, and we are all the richer for knowing you.
donated in memory of Bub
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