Sent to Coventry by the recession - learning about life out of London.
Thursday, 1 December 2011
A sad anniversary yesterday, a year since the death of my foster father Alan Shotliff. There was much to admire about him, but his best epitaph came from the doctor: "Thanks, but I'm afraid we can't use any of his organs for transplant. He's used them all up." That says more about him than I ever could *raises glass*