Born: 3rd August, 1945 Died: 5th November, 2009
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Adieu Rona
Tasteless t-shirts, sockless feet,
Baggy shorts and seldom neat.
Underwear a recent thing,
To conceal his dingaling.
Tonsorially colourful,
Red or ginger, never dull.
Sandals even when it snowed,
So his painted toenails showed.
The shell, to keep us entertained,
Belied the riches it contained.
Tall and big and portly, round,
Within it wisdom so profound.
A heart, though faulty, large and true,
Dispensing solace with a view
To dissipate all care and woe
When someone close was feeling low.
Generous spirit, warm and kind
To enrichen soul and mind.
Jibes not to injure, but make strong
When others choose to do us wrong.
So rue that awful autumn morn,
When from us this great man was torn.
Sadly, good things have to end.
Adieu Rona, cherished friend.
Tasteless t-
Underwear a recent thing,
To conceal his dingaling.
Tonsorially colourful,
Red or ginger, never dull.
Sandals even when it snowed,
So his painted toenails showed.
The shell, to keep us entertained,
Belied the riches it contained.
Tall and big and portly, round,
Within it wisdom so profound.
A heart, though faulty, large and true,
Dispensing solace with a view
To dissipate all care and woe
When someone close was feeling low.
Generous spirit, warm and kind
To enrichen soul and mind.
Jibes not to injure, but make strong
When others choose to do us wrong.
So rue that awful autumn morn,
When from us this great man was torn.
Sadly, good things have to end.
Adieu Rona, cherished friend.
Kevcjo.
Hecate’s Tribute
Rona was born in Liverpool in 1945. His mum was an Irish Catholic lady and his dad was a visiting Jewish-American GI. Rona’s mum put him up for adoption when her husband – not the GI – returned home from fighting in the Second World War. Rona’s middle name – Peace – is so, because he was born at the end of the war.
Rona was brought up by his adoptive mum, as his adoptive father died young, of pneumonia. He was a grammar school student and began what would become a lifelong hobby of causing havoc at a young age. He told me that in one class, the teacher announced that the next boy who spoke would be sent out.
As it was a nice, sunny day, Rona realised that this wouldn’t be altogether a bad thing. So he stood up and exclaimed “dog’s testicles!” – which earned him the day off school, strolling in the sunshine.
As we know, Rona was a pretty intelligent guy. Despite his sayings like “that’s a big word for a scouse” and “I’m not very bright, you know”, it was kind of obvious once you got to know him. He always played it down, but in fact he was a doctor, having studied Physics at the University of Leeds, and done postgraduate
