Rob Indri

I spent a lot of time with Rob between the ages of 11 and 17. He was one of the most intense, funny and competitive bastards I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. A unique combination of Essex-Italian bravado, he rolled up equipped with indisputable warmth and an impending sense of fun. You spent your time with Rob constantly on the verge of laughing. You couldn’t look the other way at the dinner table with Rob; his fork would roam into your airspace uninvited, pillaging what it could under duress like the Grange Hill opening title sequence.

Not that he was a fat bastard. An inexhaustible energy supply, one of the most extensive slang vocabularies’ known to man and life long commitment to BMX required fuel aplenty. His dedication to BMX was legendary and that legend lives on to this day thanks to his ability competing both nationally and internationally for many years. Our friendship was formed on Woodham Warriors BMX track, his arrival would see all of us gremlins watch in ore as his red oaks of legs powered him around the track at speed called ‘holy shit that dudes fast’ and I felt honoured when he made time to speak to us.  A year or two after his death, I was on the John reading a BMX magazine (out of sight of my then girlfriend: this bikeporn was best viewed alone) and I noticed that one of Rob’s friends, UK rider Dale Holmes won the World Championships. I read the interview and his closing comment was a dedication of his new crowned title to Rob. I sat naked on the loo pooing and crying at the same time and, let me tell you, it’s a weird sensation that one. No doubt Rob will be pleased to know that that’s not the only occasion he’s remembered: whenever our chapter of the Woodham Warriors Hells Angles meets up we always raise a toast to our dear departed friend.  You left a big hole Rob, in our hearts and on our dinner plates.

My mum loved Rob, as all’s he wanted to do was eat and praise her home cooking. No taste the Italians.

Rob Partridge

Rob was my boss..and also in a way, a surrogate parent. I first met him in the Summer of '96, memorable of course for the European Championships being in England, and, personally, me getting my first job in London, which he was interviewing me for. I was (and remain to this day) clueless about the business I chose to work in. But I was eager, and Rob sensed that and for some reason took a chance on me. In my first few months at work I used to stare at an address book pretending that I knew why I was there. At the end of each evening we'd play table football and Rob would tell us some stories about the things we wanted to know and we'd talk football. Me and a couple of the other young 'uns in the office would sit on the floor whilst he sat in his seat like a primary school teacher at storytime, and we'd take it all in. And after a while, I stopped being scared about getting fired and realised that it just felt like Home. I'd never had a job that lasted more than about 18 months at that point and never felt settled, about 11 years later when Rob was diagnosed with Cancer, I understood that I had been settled for over a decade. You take things and people for granted, that's human nature, but in a way, for me, that I took Rob for granted was part of the thing that made him special to me. He became completely intertwined with my life like only your family could do. One time, when I was very ill, and convinced that something really bad was wrong, I didn't know who to call, I called Rob - it was 11pm, he was at my house in 10 minutes and we were at the hospital 10 minutes later. They let me out at 4am after 4 1/2 hours of tests, and as I made for the door to hail a cab, I saw Rob sitting there patiently reading, and he looked up at me and said "ready then?" without even the slightest hint of frustration and took me home. That's just one personal example...the many people who've worked for him and seen his loyalty and determination to stand by HIS people with have their own..He was a proper "i'd want him in the trenches with me" bloke. Like Arsene Wenger or Alex Ferguson, his bollockings for you were private and his public loyalty to you was unswerving no matter what you did. But that's not to say he wasn't a cantankerous bugger, stubborn, argumentative, patronising and sometimes downright uncommunicative. He was, but maybe, just maybe that was exactly why we stuck together from the time we met to the very end. We were exactly the same. He fought his illness with all of the above qualities, he didn't moan and he was absolutely steadfast in his fight right to the final hours. And he didn't want to die, no-one does, but Rob really didn't. He was an obsessive follower of all forms of culture, from high art, to classical literature, Miles Davis to Big Brother, he wanted to know everything and to understand it, and to be a part of the future, because the future ALWAYS excited him - which was an inspiration in itself. I have Rob's noticeboard next to my desk. Which feels reassuring in itself. It's got various tickets from and headlines about his beloved Queens Park Rangers, a re-write of the 'lords prayer' using various great musicians in the text and a Barack Obama President 2008 badge. On the wall, by the clock, there's a picture of him looking out over all of us as he loved to do. So, of course, he's still here and he's still part of the future, as the Smiths once sang "There is a light and it never goes out"...

Joan Halsall

Mum. Funny. Intelligent. Compassionate. Caring. Honest. Trusting. Inspirational. Missed. Funny because we once bought her a giant elastic band and successfully convinced her it was a hands free kit for her newly acquired mobile phone. Intelligent because she was the first person you'd call for help in a pub quiz. She knew everything about everything. Compassionate because when she died, people I'd never met came to tell me of some wonderful, generous, selfless deed my Mum had done to help them at their time of need. Caring because she cared about everyone and everything that was wrong in the world. Honest because she'd never lie to you, even when the truth really stung. Trusting because on several occasions she took young homeless people into our house to stay. Some of these people stole from her; they stole our Simpsons videos, they stole our pound coins from the TV meter. But she never, ever trusted the next person less. Inspirational because at 4 ft 11, a single Mum from a council estate in Oldham, stood up at a Labour Party Conference and told them what social justice really meant. Missed because it has been five years and it still feels like a punch in the gut.

Virgie Dixon

American Grandma. Lived in Hawaii. Generally sporting a mu-mu and a bun. Single mum to my dad, born and raised in Detroit. Bad ass and generally pretty angry with life, but the most generous human in the world. Loved me and my sister and my dad to pieces. Treated my english mum with caution but respect. Not very good at not being racist. Loved to tell this story about one time when she walking into a dildo store my mistake. She had a long and evil Camel caused death but remained a true fighter the whole way through, finally submitting to the joys or morphine and chocolate towards the end. Virgie P Dixon a warrior through and through. I'll remember my hawaiian granny forever.

John Bindon

My dead person of the month is John Bindon. It’s very difficult to write about John, because his reputation precedes him to the point of now completely obscuring him and what he was like; I guess I can only tell my own stories about John because they are all I have to remember him- When I think about how great and funny and sweet he was to me, I feel really sad that his memory is blotted forever not by the gangster stuff, (which, yes he was involved with and to deny it would be stupid) but the tabloidization of his name as this great shagging uncouth yobbish ogre. He was the funniest, scariest person I have ever known. Growing up in the 70’s was a very different time, and we live in much straighter days now. It’s very hard to think of the things John (or any of my fathers generation) got up to and relate them to our new PC seat belted safety Nazi world- the two things just don’t fit together. I was a sick kid, in and out of great Ormond St a lot, and John would write me the most fantastic letters from his jail cell in HM Brixton, serving time for the murder of John Darke, another criminal of that time. The letters would have illustrations of Beano and Dandy characters like Desperate Dan, or Corky the cat, and be filled with lots of references to nurses I didn’t really understand but I knew were naughty, and lots of teasing my dad, which I thought was funny because my father’s natural gravitas and demeanour kept most people from teasing him; only John with his similar sharp wits could really take on my father. At home they would have these great verbal jousting sessions where I would have my breath taken away with the most inappropriately vicious yet erudite usage of English; My mother would be scolding my father as another round of finely tuned abuse would be hurled out of each one’s grinning mouth, totally over the top and unafraid. Anyway back to the letters- They would nearly always refer to his escaping from the jail, as soon as I had sent him a cake with a file in it, which I learnt years later he was punished for- In jail, naturally, they read all of the outgoing and incoming mail, and they didn’t like the idea of a murderer like John sending out escape references in any correspondence, no matter how seemingly harmless; He was set upon, beaten and sprayed with the hose, then paraded naked up to the warden’s office, only to explain that I was 5 or 6 and it was all a joke. I can only think John, standing there, dripping, on the wardens no doubt tea and cigarette stained office in some grotty corner of Brixton nick, in all his glory (his physical, er, gifts are well documented and I won’t go into them here) would have enjoyed it as a giant wheeze. I went to Paris with him for some work I had to do in one of my previous incarnations and he was the ultimate chaperone- he was gentle and charming and never left my side. We had a dinner in the Baindouche in Paris and had a little trouble on the door- John didn’t say a word, but glared so hard at the doorman he melted away into nothing and let us straight in. The director we were having dinner with loved him. Most people that met John at face value did. In London in his darker more alcoholic moments he wouldn’t come round cos he knew my father wouldn’t stand for it, but there were some times my dad would have to talk him down if he did show up- My father had the ability to calm the nerves and straighten out any man with a great economy of language and action. On occasion John would have to get out of town ‘for a bit’ and my dad would drive him out to some location I won’t disclose right now..I would sit on the front seat, John’s huge frame lying on the back seat floor of my dad’s estate making jokes and making me almost pee myself with laughter. He could recite ‘the rime of the ancient mariner’, as well as Shakespeare and Dickens, and would often quote them at me, taking care to teach me the inflection and difference and beauty inside them; he could also spit a dumbbell of phlegm at a range of about 20 feet with a deadly accuracy. He taught me about Japanese court armour. I know some things he did, that I can’t repeat here, were much uglier, but he had a code, and corny as it sounds he was very honest and true to it. It all seemed so normal. He died of Cancer in the Marsden. It took a while, and at the end he called me to say goodbye and to take care of my mum and dad. All of the papers subsequently went into an orgy of “AIDS DEATH OF PRINCESS MARGARET MOVIE HITMAN” type headlines which of course the mostly dumb and lazy morons that have written their garbage about him have failed to correct. Why would they? AIDS is so much more glamorous than boring old Cancer. I really, really hate journalists. I miss Biffy. He was amazing.

Derek B RIP

Derek Boland and EZQ have died of a heart attack aged 44. As an angry black 13 year old (i am actually white, what are you looking at?) growing up in sticksville bumpkin town Essex, exposure to the hotbed of talent that was Compton or Brooklyn was pretty darn hard to come by. To fill the gap we had Derek B; the first UK rapper to make a dent in the charts. He did rap in a US accent which caused some critics to label him phoney but then he did write the Anfield Rap, so in my books he's still a (Stevie) G.

Most of his lyrics seemed to be aimed directly at teenage boys. They were all smutty. I'd like to close with some wise words from one of his songs in which describes a close encounter with the female kind, after picking her up on the Kings Road in his Golf GTI (GLAMA BOY).

I SAY HAY HAY, WHAT THE HELL CAN I SAY?

I PUT THE PEDAL TO THE METAL AND WE ZOOMED AWAY

GOT BACK TO HER FLAT IN A FLASH REAL QUICKLY

SHE KNELT ON THE FLOOR AND BEGAN TO UNZIP ME!

TWO BIG THINGS LIKE BASKET BALLS

DOWN BELOW WAS LIKE NIAGRA FALLS!

Let's hope he has one of those Hip-Hip posthumous careers.

Derek B for President.

(Or a the very least an important job on a local council)

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