Daryl Coles
24-01 2016 21:02
wrote:
Elaine and I have known Bob since the 80’s. Elaine and Sandra met at work and together with Bob we had many a social outing while still based in London. It is almost impossible to remember all the events we went to during that time, as we grew to know Bob as a friend. I do recall one Open Air Theatre production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream was an everlasting source of amusement for us!
Over the years we have shared some holidays together and as our families grew up a few hundred miles away from each other, we took it in turn to host elaborate ‘indoor camping’ at one another’s houses, as no one could drive home after a good night of catching up! One of our photo memories is entitled ‘a template for every time we met’ and has a table strewn with empty Australian imports.
Bob and I spent many a late night with a bottle of port, trying to decipher the plot lines and the meaning of life to a few classic science fiction movies. We never did make sense of some of them but it never stopped us demolishing a cheese board and talking rubbish together. Good times and sore heads.
As our families grew up Uncle Bob was always the dry Jack Dee comedian with our girls and he will be fondly remembered by both of them for his love, kindness and incessant one liners. Both our girls knew his patter inside out and loved it all the more for his comic delivery. His Eric Morecambe paper bag gag and disappearing nose trick held them in fascination for years!
For Bob, having some of his history in Exeter meant visiting us allowed him to revisit some of his old haunts and much missed trips to the coast. We’ve been tripping down to his old favourites like Budleigh Salterton since Samantha could walk; Elaine, Evie and I went there again the day we heard the sad news of his passing.
Bob achieved much in his life that others have spoken of, but it is the influence he had on those around him that holds him up as a thoroughly decent person. He has been a good friend to us over the years and our memories of him will remain constant, not lost like tears in rain.
Daryl Coles
24-01 2016 21:02
wrote:
Elaine and I have known Bob since the 80’s. Elaine and Sandra met at work and together with Bob we had many a social outing while still based in London. It is almost impossible to remember all the events we went to during that time, as we grew to know Bob as a friend. I do recall one Open Air Theatre production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream was an everlasting source of amusement for us!
Over the years we have shared some holidays together and as our families grew up a few hundred miles away from each other, we took it in turn to host elaborate ‘indoor camping’ at one another’s houses, as no one could drive home after a good night of catching up! One of our photo memories is entitled ‘a template for every time we met’ and has a table strewn with empty Australian imports.
Bob and I spent many a late night with a bottle of port, trying to decipher the plot lines and the meaning of life to a few classic science fiction movies. We never did make sense of some of them but it never stopped us demolishing a cheese board and talking rubbish together. Good times and sore heads.
As our families grew up Uncle Bob was always the dry Jack Dee comedian with our girls and he will be fondly remembered by both of them for his love, kindness and incessant one liners. Both our girls knew his patter inside out and loved it all the more for his comic delivery. His Eric Morecambe paper bag gag and disappearing nose trick held them in fascination for years!
For Bob, having some of his history in Exeter meant visiting us allowed him to revisit some of his old haunts and much missed trips to the coast. We’ve been tripping down to his old favourites like Budleigh Salterton since Samantha could walk; Elaine, Evie and I went there again the day we heard the sad news of his passing.
Bob achieved much in his life that others have spoken of, but it is the influence he had on those around him that holds him up as a thoroughly decent person. He has been a good friend to us over the years and our memories of him will remain constant, not lost like tears in rain.
