Nearly seven years ago, a bunch of us went away to Somerset for the weekend (Icons passim) as a sort of stag do for Andy's upcoming wedding. (The wedding never happened but that is another story.)
I remembered the trip yesterday when I head that Eddie Large, the comedian had died aged 78 with coronavirus.
A lot of Andy's friends on the trip were musicians like him, and back in the day good players, once they got to around 17 or 18, could get gigs in big nightclubs supporting variety acts.
I don't know how it came up, but all these guys absolutely loved Eddie Large, describing him as one of the nicest, friendliest, most helpful people they had ever worked with.
I particularly recall a drummer (who'd been hit on the head with a cymbal by his disgruntled girl friend) telling me that Large had driven him to hospital in his own car telling him not to worry about bleeding all over the upholstery,
If they all remembered him as a sweetheart decades later that must have been what he was.
(I also heard a lot of anecdotes about other people's bad behaviour, but those must wait for another day.)
Friday, April 03, 2020
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