Dave Hobday
23-10 2020 13:57
wrote:
I was about 31/2 when he turned up.
"Where did that come from" I asked.
Father, always one to avoid an awkward question answed
"Marks and Spencer's - that's why he's named Michael"
Michael Charles Hobday, Charles is a family name, grandfather, great grandfather, John can probably tell you of many more.
For the next few years he was a bloody little nuisance -
and I was probably a big bully.
Then something cataclysmic occurred that united us against a common enemy-
the birth of John.
In the main we were ok siblings, only one or two scraps a week-
of course I envied his new bike and he envied my charm, intelligence and good looks.
In the last 15 years we became frequent travelling companions. I looked after him when he got
deli beli in Jaipur, he supported me when I had a bad ankle in Ankor Wat.
That reminds me, he still owes me for a bar bill in Bankok - a rather dodgy bar come to think of it-
and the heck of a big bill.
We loved China but 45 chinese meals in a row really takes the noodle.
A couple of years ago, I was walking in the City, very near to my granddaughter's school, when I heard music coming from St.Giles. I went in to discover the school orchestra rehearsing. The music was very familiar but I just could not place it. Then it came to me, they were rehearsing Beethoven's
Emperor concerto but without the solo pianist!
What made that come back to me is that now my life will be like that - familiar but missing a very key player.
Michael was not a believer but at our age you are allowed to hedge your bets.
I the unlikely event that there is a LGBT God up there, I telling him/her that all heaven is very
privileged to receive dear brother Micael and I will ask just one thing -
God - try not to piss him off.
Dave Hobday
23-10 2020 13:57
wrote:
I was about 31/2 when he turned up.
"Where did that come from" I asked.
Father, always one to avoid an awkward question answed
"Marks and Spencer's - that's why he's named Michael"
Michael Charles Hobday, Charles is a family name, grandfather, great grandfather, John can probably tell you of many more.
For the next few years he was a bloody little nuisance -
and I was probably a big bully.
Then something cataclysmic occurred that united us against a common enemy-
the birth of John.
In the main we were ok siblings, only one or two scraps a week-
of course I envied his new bike and he envied my charm, intelligence and good looks.
In the last 15 years we became frequent travelling companions. I looked after him when he got
deli beli in Jaipur, he supported me when I had a bad ankle in Ankor Wat.
That reminds me, he still owes me for a bar bill in Bankok - a rather dodgy bar come to think of it-
and the heck of a big bill.
We loved China but 45 chinese meals in a row really takes the noodle.
A couple of years ago, I was walking in the City, very near to my granddaughter's school, when I heard music coming from St.Giles. I went in to discover the school orchestra rehearsing. The music was very familiar but I just could not place it. Then it came to me, they were rehearsing Beethoven's
Emperor concerto but without the solo pianist!
What made that come back to me is that now my life will be like that - familiar but missing a very key player.
Michael was not a believer but at our age you are allowed to hedge your bets.
I the unlikely event that there is a LGBT God up there, I telling him/her that all heaven is very
privileged to receive dear brother Micael and I will ask just one thing -
God - try not to piss him off.
