Another friend passes
By Judy Evans
December 4, 2017 9:53pm CST
We lost another good friend the other day. We had lost touch a bit over the years so were very saddened to be rung by a mutual friend and told the sad news that he had passed. We lived in a small isolated country town at the time and he lived across the road. If our lights were still on at 9pm he’d throw a stone on the roof which was the signal to put the kettle on as he was coming over for coffee. He was very intelligent but a bit ‘different’. We were careful which friends we introduced him too as he had a PhD in getting up people’s noses. One time he had me watering his so-called tomato plants while he was away. I was too naïve to realise they were marijuana plants and I diligently watered them every day and was thrilled when they thrived. He was a fantastic photographer and bushman and I’ll include a link to his photos if I can. There are 2,000+ for you to look at but any one of them would be a great photo. The photo shows us ready to go to a fancy dress ball. Our friend is Boy George, I am Lady Diana and no points for guessing who Vince with the big ears is! My ribbons say ‘Champion Ewe’. Sorry about the quality but this would have been taken in the early 1980s.
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• Manchester, England
Wow! The guy was an amazing photographer. Those pictures are just breathtaking. Amazing talent and oddness are quite often bedfellows but it all makes for a far more interesting person to be around. It sounds as if he will leave a huge hole in the lives of those he touched.
• Bunbury, Australia
It's pretty obvious isn't it that he loved the outback. I'm glad you like the photos. I wonder what will happen to it all now. He has no relatives - not that his friends know of and we don't think he left a will. He will be absolutely spewing if the government gets everything as he was very anti-bureaucracy.
• Bunbury, Australia
He would come over early in the morning and put the kettle on then we'd get up and all have coffee together. He did this one morning but we never came out so in the end he peeked in the bedroom and we weren't there. We'd gone away for the night and hadn't told him. No-one locked doors in those days. He said he scuttled off home very quickly. When he caught up with us again next day, he gave us a good serve for not telling him we'd be away.