Get Around

BY GARETH ARMSTRONG, ENGLAND
Tony died somewhat short of his three score years and ten. For over half that time I was proud to have him as an occasional colleague and a valued friend. A mentor too. So much of his energy was spent on promoting other people's careers, (a selfless and rare pursuit), and so many opportunities came through his faith in one's ability and his desire to see his friends busy and fulfilled. I owe so many valuable experiences on stage, in radio and as a director to him, and it's salutory how many of those Tony-initiated chances led to the opening of more doors and the expansion of horizons.

But the most affecting memory I have is nothing to do with work. On the day of my partner's funeral, over ten years ago, I arrived at the small rural church to find Tony waiting. He was alone and I was mystified how he, a famous non-driver, had got himself to the middle of Warwickshire. Just returned from the States he had somehow jigsawed a combination of trains, buses and taxis which would have baffled and defeated anyone less determined to navigate our notorious public transport system. His presence was a surprise, a comfort, and a moving affirmation of his loyalty and concern. A major regret is that I never did ask him how the Hell he managed to get around in America!"