Monday, April 21, 2003
Oh dear, we seem to be dropping like flies. I have just heard from Vijay that Nigel died on Saturday, (aged 44). He was a guitarist, a gentle and mild-mannered man, who I last saw at Pete's funeral. I can only claim to be an acquaintance, not a close friend, but he was part of that Ealing circle, and we had a few adventures together, as mutual buddies of Pete's. It's a bit of a shock, and yet another reminder of mortality. I guess I really should start saving for my own funeral, to stop my friends having to have a whip-round at the last minute.