Rob Ayling, yer Gonzo Grande Fromage, writes:
i am walking with you through Featherstone-to the Football Club-and i hear your revelation about the importance of sport for working folk.
i am at Yorkshire Art Circus,laughing and smiling with the cheerful skeleton staff
i am in Bradford,and Wakefield,and Huddersfield
surrounded by bright Alex and Ruth and Bruce and Ed and Julia
(most of whom left -but they stay in my soul with their smiles and welcome
and you dear Ian-and Heather-and young Edward on piano
We are in your kitchen drinking copious pots of tea
laughing about your TV spots praising Yorkshire's individuality
and you in your pub with your friends who tour Texas
and all the pages of adventures that remain forever-the books you wrote,stories you spoke
the animating life force that remembers EVERYTHING-from grief and loss to solidarity and tiny human victories
This conversation continues young Ian-we change ,mutate,adapt
but the stories..well,they linger like loves and washing flapping on a backyard line
Best of my heart to all ,each,every
(Stones may not speak-but they are art ..just like our lovely lovely lives!