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everyday is like sunday

    I often come back to this site hoping to find something I haven’t seen or didn’t know about Tom. I wanted to add another post myself but find it harder to put into words now – except in thinking of you all. He is everywhere and nowhere, in all our joys and sorrows [...]

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Memories of Tom

Walking next to him in the rain him taller talking about work, where we were going next and stopping to buy Regals at the newsagents in SohoFalling out for a couple of years when we were 20 over something I can’t really remember and that we never talked about after.Meeting him drunk outside the Odeon [...]

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Tom’s bench, Queen Square

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another saturday morning

 

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Tom

Tom had recently completed his PhD, and I was either very close to finishing mine or about an hour from a nervous breakdown, depending on how you looked at it.  We were discussing the merits of the whole endeavour and the enormous amount of time spent on it.  I suggested that perhaps medicine would have [...]

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Brooklyn walk

It has taken me a long time to write on this site, mostly because I don’t know how to put Tom, and what I’m feeling, into words. But also because I can’t help thinking that Tom would have laughed lightly at the necessary superficiality of what we write here and also perhaps been a bit [...]

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A perfect day in San Francisco on the Pacific highway with Tom and Bogdan

This was probably the best of the many days I spent with Tom. Characteristically, it involved a clear starting point followed by an increasingly vague itinerary. There were no major incidents or scrapes, but the whole day was bathed in a wonderful laconic light that Tom seamed capable of bringing to any venture.     [...]

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after eleven

  Friday night philosophy at the Phoenix Artist Club, 2009

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Beer and beards

Notwithstanding his questionable beard, and the alopecia that dogged its early months, Tom was in the prime of his life when cruelly taken from us. I count him as one of my closest friends since we met in London in 2001, and alas the greatest anecdotes I would have about him were lost forever as soon as he bought me that sixth pint [...]

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Kentish delight

This was one of those inevitable mistakes en route from the Boogaloo to Daniel’s house at the end of a night.  But it reminds me of Tom once saying he’d decided only to eat the parts of an animal he didn’t recognise.  I loved Tom’s sweeping resolutions as much as his throwaway comments.  He grinned [...]

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