With all these rather good people dying of late – I refer to Keith Floyd, of course, not Whacko Jacko… I thought I would write an obituary…. my own… or at least part of it… I may keep it updated as I pass through what remains of my life. Those of us in the age group 50-65 are, of course, on the ‘at risk of death’ register. It genuinely doesn’t bother me… because I won’t know I’m dead.
Anyway… back to the matter in hand…
Today I speak to you from a very different place. It’s OK… a bit hot I grant you, but there is a well stocked bar and I can light my cigarettes from a nearby flame. I’ve only got one criticism… they only sell Marlboro full strength down here…. but as the guy who checked me in said, with a wry smile… “What the hell”.
Not surprisingly, the place is crawling with lawyers, SEOs and marketers… no law bloggers yet… but that… can only be a matter of time… and I have always been a patient man. The trip across the Styx was brief… the new guy pulls a better oar than I ever did, despite all that Smokedo I did…. which, ultimately, did me in….
I didn’t tell you when I was alive… but I rather overdid the Smokedo weight training and one day… with nearly 150lbs above my head, I felt my triceps go… the weights landed on my head…. and while I carried on for a while, producing podcasts and updating the magazine each day, you may have noticed… but I started writing about law, analysing cases and generally behaving in an altogether too sensible way on my blog…. but there we are… man who is born of woman and all that… has but a short time to drink… and my number came up on the bingo…. my call sign was “Legless Eleven”… and that was it… into a shroud…. onto the boat, silver coin to the new ferryman, and after a quick induction, I got my room key, a very fine towelling dressing gown, and off to the sauna for a rub down and some Rioja…. yes…. not bad so far…
I’ll keep you posted.
What a good idea! Does that mean we can post pre-emptive eulogies too?
I never met Charon but he touched my life – and the online lives of countless twittering, blogging others – nonetheless. He was a man, a man of words, a man of wine, a man of wisdom, a man of the people. I think he had a moustache.
I hope wherever he is he has found the mini bar.
Hi Luka… you’d fit in down here…. some really great people… OK… a few dodgy ones… Krays, Hitler and so on… but they are in segregation unit….. for their own safety.
i really got to know charon in late 2009 when he spontaneously donated his entire wealth to finance the expansion of my then mediocre wine cellar.
and charon, please say hello to maggie for me.
Hope it’s good where you are dear Charon…… time will tell.. but in the meantime how’s tricks?
That’s lovely, Charon. Recently I invited readers to write their epitaphs but that’s not quite the same thing. Well done. But were you honest?
Hi Cybil…. we shall talk soon… was the music good… looking forward to chatting…. All good down here….. always is.
Hi Charon, The music was fabulous, thankyou and gorgeous weather down under at present…hope it’s good there too!!