Christopher Bullcock (1 Dec 1958 - 16 Mar 2021)
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In loving memory of Christopher 'Spit' Bullcock who sadly passed away on 16th March 2021. The funeral service took place at Portchester Crematorium on Friday 23rd April. Chris took his final ride in a Harley Sidecar with an entourage of almost 100 bikes from Chapters all around the South Coast. It was such a sight to behold on a brilliant sunny day with clear blue skies riding across the top of Portsdown Hill and down into Portchester, Huge thanks to his MC brothers for the best send off ever.
Chris was born 1st December 1958 in Portsmouth, 3rd child of Vera and Norman. Brother Colin was the eldest, then sister Joy and younger Sister Ann. Chris lived in and around Portsmouth all his life. Sister Ann has learning difficulties and Chris was always looking out for her, even though he teased her at times, Ann doted on Chris. Chris attended St. John’s College in Southsea and later Southern Grammar. After leaving College Chris did an electrical engineers apprenticeship with Furneaux Riddall. Chris also worked with Southern Electric for many years before starting his own franchise business Dyno-Electrics, where he would drive around in his van with “Dyno-dog, otherwise known as Scrappy the lurcher. He also brought home various animals from snakes to ducks, ferrets and rats, koi carp and tortoises. Chris was one of those rare beasts who was highly intelligent, could turn his hand to anything, had a magnetic personality, a cheeky smile and a cracking sense of humour. He was always the life and soul of the party and always the last to leave! One of his favourite pubs in his early biker days was the 5th Hants Volunteers in Albert Road, Southsea. Many memories of drunken Conker matches, his lovely dog Tank and pup Sherman. Chris’ first love was his motorbikes, he also loved music, mostly heavy rock but loved lots of different genres. In 1990 son Christopher (li’l Chris) was born, Chris would nickname him Krusty. From around 8 years old they would attend many gigs and music festivals together. In his fitter years Chris excelled at trampolining and found Thai Chi relaxing. Chris would also enjoy clay pigeon shooting and fishing, spending days out at Country fairs with the springer spaniel Captain and lurchers Zeb and Becky and finishing the day off at a nice Country pub. Krusty has inherited his Dads love of music, dogs and motorcycles and his mantra “observe the masses and do the opposite”. In later years Chris went back to his roots and was happy to rejoin a motorcyle club, where he felt he belonged. Although he was struggling with depression and ill health, he still loved his Son, Elaine, his Club, his bikes, his friends and of course his dogs - his late beloved Staffie/Spanish Mastiff cross, Boo along with staffies Bam and Bryony.
Chrissy is living in New Zealand and was sadly unable to attend in person but wrote a few words for his Dad.
My old man was an incredible character and he taught me so many lessons in life, good and 'bad'. When I think about all the things we did together I know how lucky I was to have him for a father. He taught me how to hunt, fish, do electrical work, build and ride bikes, drink, party and enjoy life to it's fullest. We went to a lot of gigs together when I was younger and held a lot of parties at the house. The most memorable being the two bottles of vodka into a punch followed by shotgun firing and bike revving in the garden.
Maybe it was the time we picked up a bike from southwest (think it was a Kwak GPZ 305), stopping off at the local 'sider' shop, buying a tonne of the rocketfuel and caning it all at home. I woke up very rough, headed downstairs to find him asleep slumped over the PC desk, with a handwritten note on the empty cider bottle 'Son, if you find this empty I am most likely dead, please call an ambulance at your earliest convenience, love daaa'
I'll also never forget the first rock of mandy he dropped in my hand at a bike rally saying 'get that down ya Krusty'. Not long after I was taking Boo for a run and climbing to the top of a massive tree shirtless. Think Terry might have been there at that one, if it wasn't that one I remember all the good chats we've had and I hope to see you again one day.
Also great hazy memories of the time spent hanging out the caravan with Rat and Jay, Heading to Croydon for the buying of the bucket with Bruv and Ally and of course all the sessions with the club.
I'm sorry I can't be there to lay you to rest and I'm sorry I never got you that Harley or the trip to Amsterdam's red light district you were always asking for.
Thank you for showing me a different side to life, that it ain't always about conforming to the norm or doing what you're told you should or shouldn't do.
Thank you for supporting me in whatever I wanted to pursue without pressure or judgement. You were 1% but you gave me 100.
Love you always Spit and I hope you've found peace now.
Your matter and energy is now used in new universal melodies, and your impact and nature will stay forever in our memories.