Mr M finally lost his battle defending
himself with his pointy stick, the gods ran off with his soul just after
midnight last night, I suspect they will tell the spirit of Mr M that he is not
to mess about in heaven and under no circumstances is he allowed to attempt to
make a two thirds scale model of the Taj Mahal out of special brew cans (again).
However he was and I suspect still is a mischievous soul and will be doing
something rebellious like drawing moustaches on sleeping angels or teaching
cats to sing old jazz songs slightly faster than they should be sung so that
they all sound like Tiny Tim.
Mr M (left) and the Ghost Writer (right) many moons ago
Interestingly the tale may
continue a little while longer as dark shadows have loomed out from the far
distant past and large doors appear to be closing, so that some of the things
Mr M was keen to see happen will not.
However among the dark shadows that are moving about is a secret; one that
I think a certain person may prefer I did not know, a secret that should it be
known would bring disharmony to the dark shadows, a secret that will remain
secret but which will in its own good time grow in power and eventually come to
cause much conflict among the dark shadows. Much will depend on one person’s greed
and desire; in fact it is all a bit like that Indiana Jones (not the alien
hunter) and the Holy Grail, Anyway it is a sad day but the wheels of fate could
not be changed.
Mr M was a nice chap and
will be missed by his friends a lot. Although he was a suborn eccentric (unlike
me) who would always say after you told him that he was more annoying than a
flock of seagulls wearing balaclavas on Brighton beach trying to run off with
your fish supper . . . . . . I knew you
were going to say that . . . .
Deepest sympathies to you and yours Rob. It's a nice time when a friend leaves. Remember those good times, and prepare for all those stories long forgotten to come flooding back when everyone gets together to give a proper send off.
ReplyDeleteTake care my friend.
Sorry, just re-read that. should have read - "not a good time when a friend leaves." I feel stupid now.
DeleteFunny enough Mr H there is no reason to feel stupid Mr M (Michael) back in the old days would turn up for a meal in the evening and then four weeks later would go home. We would all then go PHEW and think things like. He drank all your dads 15yr old home made wine all 25 bottles, although he did say it was some of the best wine he had ever had. And here where has my best jumper gone. . . . still he got away with this by being a nice chap.....
DeleteI'm really sorry to hear that Mr M has lost his struggle. Still, at least you managed to spend plenty of time with him towards the end. I hope things return to normality soon.
ReplyDeleteIncidentally, it's nice to put a face to the ghost writer.
The Ghost Writer is older and grumpier than he is in this picture taken in 1836.
DeleteSorry to hear about Mr M, that's really sad news. At least you had plenty of time to say goodbye.
ReplyDeleteIt was good to be able to say goodbye he could so easily have died in his house cold and in pain, his house is very isolated and he had a habit of locking the door for a week or so at a time.
DeleteHi Rob,
ReplyDeleteGood sir, I am very sorry to read of the loss of your dear friend, Mr.M. Treasured memories, you will always have.
Take good care,
Gary
Thanks Mr G. There are some interesting Memories with Mr M, he was a character and a half.
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