A joker, nun or jester standing tall amongst beer bellies, navies or studded youth
An original amongst men he never let his artistic aspirations fester.
Standing out from a crowd, being a face first there.
Together we robbed safes, cars and pickled jars and sold old furniture and rented our rooms for beer.
You dared step wherever was forbidden.
And you made me laugh so much and there are stories that must remain forever hidden
Your sense of style was like no one else, you are in the book of new romantics, first before Steve strange.
I was happy you found love at last and spent your last years so happy. Even though the habit you wore was no longer a nun’s
You were cooler then the coolest guys. You shunned fashion and fame cuss you disliked the shoes.
I giggled and lied with you, I fought with you, we tricked and treated, did good and cheated.
We ran from cops, we pilfered shops, we went first class and went on the lash
In dingy Irish pubs in Digbeth to selling t shirts in Camden, it was all a gas.
You were a one in a million, my mate, my companion.
You stood out and dared to be different. And I’ll remember super gluing the locks to stop the city and trashing a Rolls Royce just cuss it was there.
And now you are gone my mate. My books are full of you. My life is fuller because I knew you.
I loved you back then and I love you still. I am proud of you and miss you. Good bye and stay free
My friend
A. Gargoyle still written on the envelope of the dole cheque.
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