Ian Beech - sad news
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Dear All,
Ian Beech, the gentle giant, acclaimed by all as a ‘nice bloke’, a frequent contributor to PistonHeads and co-founder of PH East Anglia, tragically took his own life on 7 February.
He leaves behind a wife and two children and will be greatly missed by all who had the pleasure to enjoy his easy-going company.
PHers are welcome to attend the funeral; I'll circulate information on this in due course.
RIP Ian, from your chums at PH.
John
www.phea.co.uk
Ian Beech, the gentle giant, acclaimed by all as a ‘nice bloke’, a frequent contributor to PistonHeads and co-founder of PH East Anglia, tragically took his own life on 7 February.
He leaves behind a wife and two children and will be greatly missed by all who had the pleasure to enjoy his easy-going company.
PHers are welcome to attend the funeral; I'll circulate information on this in due course.
RIP Ian, from your chums at PH.
John
www.phea.co.uk
Dear Ian, may you rest in peace, to those whom you leave behind, cherish all those great memories....
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
W.H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
W.H. Auden
I rather feared this.
I am sorry it happened he was a great bloke and called me up just after the Mosler visit.
He seemed in very good spirits then but as anyone who has ever experinced suicide in their family like me will know these things can come totally unexpected.
Like many East Anglian Pistonheaders I wish his family all the best that this troubling time.
I am sorry it happened he was a great bloke and called me up just after the Mosler visit.
He seemed in very good spirits then but as anyone who has ever experinced suicide in their family like me will know these things can come totally unexpected.
Like many East Anglian Pistonheaders I wish his family all the best that this troubling time.
Oh, I can't believe this. I was so hoping that it would turn out OK.
As I said on the other thread I never met Ian but I was constantly amazed by the quality of the videos he edited together, and he seemed like a really decent chap.
This is such sad news; my heartfelt condolences to his widow and children.
Martin.
As I said on the other thread I never met Ian but I was constantly amazed by the quality of the videos he edited together, and he seemed like a really decent chap.
This is such sad news; my heartfelt condolences to his widow and children.
Martin.
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