I was going to write a piece today about Osborne’s accursed budget, but some things are more important…
I heard last night that a fellow blogger for whom I had a lot of respect has passed away. I heard this from Dick Puddlecote who got it off Twitter and I have no details, but Ranty was an awkward old sod who lived up to his name and whose blog I read regularly. I believe he did the same with mine.
We got chatting one day off blog when I put a comment on his place and signed the wrong ID on it, thereby outing myself! I mailed him he sent me a chatty reply and we exchanged the occasional email off blog. I won’t say we were close friends or that we knew each other particularly well, but we seemed to think alike and what more can you ask for?
I remember fondly his exchanges with HMRC and the manoeuvres he went through to avoid a speeding fine. “Freeman of the Land”? Well, a Freeman of the Spirit, that’s for sure.
I always admired the way he drew people in. Take a scan through his blog and look at the number of comments he got on just about every post he ever wrote. I dream of getting enough attention to my humble scribblings to get those sort of numbers. Clearly he was a man who was well read, controversial and entertaining – even if you totally disagreed with him. And he always made the time to reply.
The last exchange we had was on his post ‘End of the Line?‘ He’d just had shit family problems and was out of work but things were looking up with a move to a well paid job in South Africa in the offing. I wished him well and we had a chuckle about our experiences with the nerds at the Job Centre. He was looking forward to telling them to fuck off when he got the job offer through.
His last response to me was “Life has a way of working out, I think. It just doesn’t always go as you planned it.” Sadly it seems he has been proven right…
I shall miss the man. I feel like I’ve lost a member of my family even though we never actually met.
I’ll leave you with a classic Ranty shortie :