wrote on 25/04/2012
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Thundering Hillside nights with Mahler at top volume; arm in arm to concerts at City Hall before you rushed back to file your story at the Chronicle; standing on your head in our living room as my mother appeared, startled, at the door; pushing two beautiful paintings into our hands as Tony and I left the Registry Office on our way down South; then trying to refuse payment for starting divorce proceedings for me some years later; Matopos, smart dinner parties at yours, lying on the lawn looking at the stars and talking about Life... You had the kindest eyes and the naughtiest sense of humour. I would have done anything to assuage your pain.