Donating in memory of a lovely uncle who will be greatly missed. Will raise a glass to you later Alan. Rip xx
Alan Edward Slingsby (24 Jul 1946 - 28 Jan 2015)Share obituary on Facebook
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In loving memory of the late Alan Edward Slingsby who sadly passed away on 28th January 2015 aged 68. Beloved Husband of Irene. Sadly missed by all family and friends
Funeral to be held at Sutton Coldfield Crematorium, Tamworth Road, Birmingham B756LG on Wednesday 4th March at 2.30pm. All friends and colleagues are invited to join the family at The Plough and Harrow, Slade Road, Mere Green. B755PF.
Alan leaves behind him a warm and loving family; he is survived by his wife Irene; his daughter Lynn and his 2 grandchildren and four great grandchildren; two sisters and one brother and their families, Irene's family and some good and dear friends and former colleagues
Second of four children, Alan was born in Bury in Lancashire. His father was a civil servant so the family lived in several locations before settling in Leicester when Alan was 12.. He was a bright young man who left school at eighteen and after a period of further study he became a Civil Engineer and Quantity Surveyor he remained in the field for the rest of his working life spending some time with Tarmac and many years with JPB where he was valued and highly respected
Adventurous from a very young age his elder sister Anita recalls an occasion when he was four, that instead of waiting for her to take him home from school, he decided he wanted to ride on a bus, so he got on the first one he saw, travelled to the terminus and back, got off, bought an ice-cream and nonchalantly returned home to a frantic family.
Alan's younger brother John looked up to Alan and recalls a boating holiday on the Norfolk Broads which was somewhat Spartan but nonetheless enjoyable. One time they decided to sail from the pub down a narrow river to the wider waters of Hickling Broad. Being full of Dutch courage and lots of Norfolk ale they set off attempting to avoid using the engine by sailing back and forth, of course other boaters were not entirely impressed with their efforts and some made their feelings clear in typical boater fashion. Inevitably they collided with another boat with their formidable bowsprit gouging into the pristine flank of a gin-palace and on impact John parted company with their boat in mid air and fell in. Of course Alan, after rescuing John wasn't going to let the incident ruin their day so they dropped sails, fired up the engine and reached the Broad dropping anchor in the middle away from all other boats. They were hoisting their sails again when a large cruiser appeared and passed so close by them that they caught Alan's anchor rope on their propeller killing their engine and causing another crash. Alan volunteered John to go over the side to release the anchor as he was wet already. Further sailing was abandoned and that night they dined on a tin of corned beef mashed into some Cadbury's Smash and warm cans of beer. They had both had the fright of their lives that day; Alan uttered not one swear word throughout the debacle living up to their father's dislike of bad language for the rest of his life. The brothers bonded during that trip and it didn't dampen Alan's passion for boating.
Pete and Alan met through mutual friends 46 years ago when Pete and his girlfriend June went to Alan's leaving do in Hayling Island. Their meeting was brief but Alan recognised Pete two years later on Sedgley Beacon; Pete felt a tap on his shoulder and there stood Alan. In time the two men became great friends enjoying many family and social events together with Alan getting to know June’s sister Irene.. Later when Irene was living in Cornwall they became a couple. They married 6 years later remaining together for almost thirty very happy years until Alan's untimely death.
As Pete, June, Alan and Irene grew ever closer together it seemed natural for them to invest in a fishing chalet on the River Severn and they slowly made it habitable. They spent many holidays with each other and they bought a house on the Greek island of Poros in need of considerable TLC It was an ongoing project that they all got stuck into, Alan was always 'The Boss' , as he was very adept at DIY, Irene was his right hand and Pete his left. Their first trip out there was an overland trek trailing a little boat and a fridge and camping out in the house. The journey was not without incident on one occasion they were stopped at a check point in Yugoslavia and Alan opening the window found himself looking down the barrel of a machine gun,all he could say was "We’re British!" after which they were allowed to continue with their journey.
Not all the work on the house went smoothly. They all remember the time that Alan had been plastering a perfect arch when he thought he saw a slight flaw for a perfectionist like Alan it had to be right so he reached up to smooth it and the whole lot collapsed on top of his head; he did see the funny side of the incident eventually Gradually the house became a happy retreat as did his favourite taverna Madjuka's where they made many good friends.
As Alan was always a keen sailor they had several dinghies and also took yachting trips around the Greek islands. Recently they had bought a motor boat which was moored near Madjukas so there were many more happy evenings supping Ouzo and quaffing large amounts of wine
Retiring at sixty five Alan could concentrate on his hobbies of socialising, drinking, fishing, model trains, messing about in boats and holidays
Until the last few years Alan was a very active man, however his joints began to deteriorate and he became gradually less mobile but he was determined it wouldn’t stop him. The last weekend before he died he accompanied Irene, June and Wendy to Butlins for a 60s weekend, where he thoroughly enjoyed the live bands particularly The Stones.
Alan couldn't be bettered as either a husband or friend; he was a kind, supportive and considerate husband he was an all round nice guy who had a certain self assurance that made him stand out in a crowd; he had a cheeky smile and a sometimes sardonic sense of humour. His perfectionism could be quite exasperating at times but for him it was definitely a case of if a job was worth doing it had to be done well.
Alan was always tanned and happy in Greece so it seems so unfair that he never got to enjoy his last trip but sometimes death comes without warning or too soon as it did for Alan.
There is often inexplicable synchronicity in families and the day after Alan died his and Irene's niece gave birth; throughout the pregnancy the child was expected to be a girl but 'she' turned out to be a 'he'. We can imagine Alan smiling at this circle of life
Alan was a man who made his presence felt and he made the world a better place for his presence, so now is not the time to cry because his life is over, it is time to smile because it happened.
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