Vic passed away at the end of May. His funeral notice confirmed that he died peacefully, which is some comfort for those of us that had assumed that protesting in the nude outside the ex-Red Lion (now a Tesco store) in the North of England with nothing but a KiWCS for warmth and modesty would eventually do him in.
I never got the chance to meet him in person, but he and I emailed reasonably regularly and it’s clear to me that he was one of life’s good people. When I lost my job a few years back, he managed to find the perfect balance of support and teasing to keep my spirits up. His own struggles, he never complained about.
I am very sad today. I don’t know what Vic’s beliefs were, but it’s sure nice to imagine him sitting somewhere with Fluff and continuing to read forum posts on the astral iPad they’ve borrowed from Pangur Ban. ‘Tch! Tch! See this, mousehound? Pffffrrrrrrrtttttt!!!’
I’ll sign off with Vic’s first ever words on the forum.
Vic-K wrote:“God Bless the Good Ship Scrivener, and the happy band of Scrivenerati who sail in her. Greetings and best wishes to all.”
Thanks, Vic. Bless you too.