Monday, 12 July 2010
I write in tribute to an old friend - Reg - who has not, let me hasten to add, shuffled off this mortal coil just yet. Though he has endured a slightly littler death, i.e., retirement. If my rudimentary maths are correct, Reg has just achieved 40 years of service at the House of Mouse, retiring last week. I feel bad because I was (at least partly down to laziness on my behalf; though there are other reasons - to do with a sense of inadequacy after my being made redundant from there - for my unwillingness to make the pilgrimage to Hammersmith) unable to attend the party.
Reg is a man of true heart and soul, and I feel privileged to have made his acquaintance. Historian, writer, romanticist, fixer, boozer and carer. Viking, alternative universe-dweller, Terry Pratchett fan, Baloo the Bear costume wearer and (not quite. But this is what makes us human, the 'not quite' bit, isn't it?) all-around good guy.
Reg is a human. Long may he reign.