There goes another one, I hope it’s better there.
Big Si was a local character and drummer with The Paris Angels, a local band that was oh-so-close to taking off.
In recent years he’d struggled with his health and had some very serious surgery which left him disabled and with a much reduced quality of life; there was a complication recently which put him into intensive care and it was all downhill from there.
I can’t claim to have been a close friend – but I was a friend in that we crossed paths from time to time and I would have gone far out of my way to lend a hand if he wanted it and I had the impression he’d have done the same. I like easy relationships like that.
Of course I’m now beating myself up for not paying more attention and not getting round to visiting him in hospital since I heard he’d gone into intensive care.
So – no more Big Si with the wry smile and quirky sense of humour. Life was a bit cruel but he never made a big deal out of it, to me, even when telling you the gruesome truth.
There could be one last laugh. If it’s a funeral the pallbearers are going to cop for it – he wasn’t called Big Si for nothing.
Simon Worrall 1966-2011