Rupert was nothing if not complicated, and had largely withdrawn from socialising in the last years of his life. However, those who remember him tend to remember him fondly as a true character: a ferociously smart, ultimately very sweet man who (when he finally decided you were worth being friends with) would give you the shirt off his back. Years after his own heyday, a small generation of alternative twentysomethings loitering around the Bevois Valley area would call him Uncle Rupert, something he pretended to dislike (but not very hard). Mischievous to a fault, Rupert loved few things more than winding people up, which made for exasperating, but usually entertaining company. He was a fixture at every party - and every afterparty - and although he was too good a friend to outstay his welcome, he was always one of the very last to leave. I'm afraid he broke the habit of a lifetime and left this party too early, bless his heart.

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