Dickie Davies – RIP

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“My memory of Braden is sketchy”

Mine too G – reason being he wasn’t widely watched.
Babs and Bernard were likened to Richard and Judy of their day, but I’d say more like Punch and Judy.
He sat in a chair later in life and some one threw a can of condensed Campbells soup at him and he caught it slickly. It might have been the ever popular tomato but my guess is cream of mushroom. He was very watchable. The stork ad he saw as a good earner for an afternoon. Babs might have egged him on. It was a poor decision and led to him having a chip and and later on in life a large hump. Sad really – you just can’t buy emotional intelligence.
Dickie Davies on the contrary would have been sunning himself in the Maldives.

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Jake was born in Leeds in the early 1960’s when there were still birds and green countryside about but concrete was lying in wait and the tower blocks was the statement of the age. He studied English literature and was teaching English in Algeria at the time of the uprising, and had some poems published. He was known as the northern Noel Coward and admired Randy Newman. In another lifetime he could have directed his lugubrious tones to matching those of a screaming silver DB6 as he brought a different kind of class to the Cold war – the names Jake.
He possessed similar wit, charm, and talent to Bernard who I was a bit hard on during the pandemonium of Eurovision last night which bent not only my ears and mind, but also my logic, and both men possessed undeniable demons in later life – with Bernard it seemed to be too much reflection on lost opportunity and Jake I can only hazard at what that creature was, but it was dark. He luckily found some peace and recognition at his local church on a Sunday.

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Jake’s demon becomes apparent….

‘In the 1990s, Thackray withdrew to his home in Monmouth, South Wales, where he had settled with his family in the late 1960s. Beset by health and financial problems: he had become an alcoholic and was declared bankrupt in 2000. He had always been an observant Roman Catholic and became increasingly religious in his later years, limiting his musical activities to performing the Angelus at his local church. He died of heart failure on 24 December 2002, at the age of 64, leaving his widow, Sheila, from whom he was separated, and three sons: Bill, Sam and Tom.’

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