Fitz (30 November 1954–5 June 2014)

My old mate Fitz died on Thursday.

We hadn't seen each other for a few years, but we kept in touch with random, usually hyphenated, insults via email and text message. His final text message to me, sent a couple of weeks ago, read:


At times like these, it's conventional to say nice words about the departed. But, in Fitz's case, this would feel like a betrayal of a long and treasured tradition. So I'll just say:

What an utter tosser!

Richard Carter

A fat, bearded chap with a Charles Darwin fixation.

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