Good mate of mine...
Schoolmate of a long time sadly passed away quite a while ago after losing his battle with leukemia. He was a great guy, after leaving school he worked for a clothing company concession. Had it all, plenty of cash, natural honest charm and a god-given gift with the ladies.

One day he just decided that things weren't quite right with the world and gave it all up, I lost contact at this point as he moved away. Next thing I heard he was living in tents, protesting against the destruction of the countryside and stuff. Fast forward a couple of years and he was back home after being diagnosed. Saw him a few times, always upbeat and happy. Was praying that he would come out the other side but alas not :(

On the day of the funeral the church service was attened, all dressed in standard attire. When we arrived at the cemetary his friends from his protesting (hippy?) days were there. Dressed what most people would call scruffy, dirty, trampy etc. Not an eyebrow was raised and they were the most polite, nicest people you could wish to meet.

I miss him to this day, Martin you were a legend.

TL;DR Mates funeral, hippies turned up an no-one said anything.

Off for a cry now :-(
(Outrun Is it the weekend yet?, Fri 12 Apr 2013, 21:52, 1 reply)

Ahahahahahaha. I get it. Good one.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Sat 13 Apr 2013, 8:42, closed)