Tony Finch
#61
Posted 26 February 2007 - 03:20 PM
I first met the Big Guy and his truly lovely wife Fahro in London. They both went out of their way to make my visit very, very memorable.
#62
Posted 26 February 2007 - 03:23 PM
I happened to be thinking of him last Saturday evening, as my Beloved and I pored over the tasting menu at Norman Van Aken's restaurant, looking for the heaviest carb options. I had many ripping arguments with him online, and my god was he a gadfly? I am sorry that those who never knew him might not have known that behind the splendid fanfare of opinions (let's not forget dogs-in-restaurants) was a most generous, thoughtful, helpful and kind man.
Many happy memories, like being tapped on the back in Trafalgar Square and hearing that unmistakeable voice say "Oi, look, it's Mister Mouthfuls".
He was special.
***Every Monday***At the Sign of the Pink Pig.
If the author could go around the place hitting random readers with a rubber hammer, the Pink Pig would still be worth a visit.
#63
Posted 26 February 2007 - 03:53 PM
Condolences to his wife and family.
#64
Posted 26 February 2007 - 04:41 PM
Class.
Wilfrid at The Pink Pig.
"I'm lost. You shat on the cum-carpet, or you came on the shit-carpet?" - The Wonderful LML 5th Feb, 2008.
"God bless those fucking guidelines. Where would we be without them?" - Stone March 2008
#65
Posted 26 February 2007 - 04:44 PM
***Every Monday***At the Sign of the Pink Pig.
If the author could go around the place hitting random readers with a rubber hammer, the Pink Pig would still be worth a visit.
#66
Posted 26 February 2007 - 05:58 PM
#67
Posted 26 February 2007 - 06:57 PM
***Every Monday***At the Sign of the Pink Pig.
If the author could go around the place hitting random readers with a rubber hammer, the Pink Pig would still be worth a visit.
#68
Posted 26 February 2007 - 07:35 PM
Just a thought.
Simon, your blog link was very sweet.
RIP, Tuckerman.
#69
Posted 26 February 2007 - 08:01 PM
#70
Posted 26 February 2007 - 08:48 PM
#71
Posted 26 February 2007 - 10:03 PM
Adrian
#72
Posted 27 February 2007 - 01:41 AM
Wilfrid, when a cherished (witty, warm, dear) member of the Readerville clan passed on, people collected his best posts—two years or so—and put them in a memorial thread, called "Memories of Imre" (that was his name). It meant a tremendous lot for his two grown children, and his surviving sisters, to be able to read that: they printed them out and made books for the family. It might be nice for Tony's family and friends to see something similar here.
Just a thought.
What would one do with the moderator-deleted ones?
Arthur Hugh Clough, 1819-1861
Arise ye prisoners of starvation
Arise ye wretched of the earth
#73
Posted 27 February 2007 - 02:24 AM
I only stopped so that my signature wouldn't overrun the page length.
We can start another thread to post our favorite "Tuckermanisms".
#74
Posted 27 February 2007 - 03:49 AM
My sincerest condolences to Fahro and family. Oh dear.
If we believe absurdities, we shall commit atrocities. (Voltaire)
One is often told that it is very wrong to attack religion because religion makes men virtuous. So I am told; I have not noticed it. (Bertrand Russell)
Believing there is no god gives me more room for belief in family, people, love, truth, beauty, sex, Jell-O, and all things I can prove and that make this life the best life I will ever have. (Penn Jillette)
CERES GALLERY
#75
Posted 27 February 2007 - 06:50 AM
Wilfrid, when a cherished (witty, warm, dear) member of the Readerville clan passed on, people collected his best posts—two years or so—and put them in a memorial thread, called "Memories of Imre" (that was his name). It meant a tremendous lot for his two grown children, and his surviving sisters, to be able to read that: they printed them out and made books for the family. It might be nice for Tony's family and friends to see something similar here.
Just a thought.
What would one do with the moderator-deleted ones?
Password protection! It's about time. "Enter at your own risk."
I think quite a good idea, given that there are some photos of him with which people can at least associate a face with the [name].
Long live Tuckerman. I truly did want to meet him, and my hopes were sincere in that direction. He wrote like a feisty young man.












