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Richard (Nobby) Clarke

March 16, 1944 - June 10, 2022

The administrator of this page is Kate Clarke

Dad was a lover of words, a pedant, a protector, a family man, a patient husband and father, an absolute hoot, welded to his armchair with the paper, a gardener, a walker, an adventurer, a Christian, a kind ear, a true gent, a great chef, kind soul… a man of many fine attributes, stories and a life well lived. Please do share your stories on this condolences page, so we can hear and hold dear all your marvellous stories and memories of Dad / Rick / Nobby He passed away peacefully and when he’d decided it was time.

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richard lambert 2022-06-20 23:16:29 wrote:

Nobby was a sweet, good man - brilliant at defusing tense moments with a wry comment or a quiet joke. And he and I had a special bond. In 1975, he and I found ourselves going with our pregnant wives to the same Natural Childbirth class in North London. We were invited to squeeze our knees as hard as we could so as to get a sense of what contractions might feel like, and we examined a large doll in a thoughtful kind of way. Whenever we met thereafter, we would ask each other about the wellbeing of our two daughters, both of whom we agreed had turned out to be lovely.

richard lambert 2022-06-20 23:16:29 wrote: Nobby was a sweet, good man - brilliant at defusing tense moments with a wry comment or a quiet joke. And he and I had a special bond. In 1975, he and I found ourselves going with our pregnant wives to the same Natural Childbirth class in North London. We were invited to squeeze our knees as hard as we could so as to get a sense of what contractions might feel like, and we examined a large doll in a thoughtful kind of way. Whenever we met thereafter, we would ask each other about the wellbeing of our two daughters, both of whom we agreed had turned out to be lovely.

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