Winter has now truly arrived and the last rays of the summer sun are now a distant memory to us all and we now sink back into winters dark depths and and reminisce about our long gone summer. The trick or treater's have long since disappeared from our doorsteps and the bonfires that lit the night sky whilst the carefully choreographed fireworks danced with such stars as Ursa Major and the Gemini twins are now just burnt out embers. The once mighty flames that licked out consuming everything in their path are now spent and the skeletal remains that were left behind have now crumbled to the ground in heap of ashes. Perhaps one should gather up these remains and place them into an ornate urn as a keepsake, perhaps with a few choice words!!!!
In Affectionate Remembrance
of
of
NEIL CROSBY'S POOL GAME,
which died at the Waverley Club
on
8th November, 2007,
Deeply lamented by a large circle of sorrowing friends and acquaintances
RIP
NB - The body will be cremated and the ashes taken to The Rose & Crown.
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Perhaps a harsh obituary but Neil Crosby is perhaps a reflection of those once mighty bonfires that burnt so intensely at the beginning but just died away late in the night their heat and passion extinguished by the course of time. Perhaps MR. Crosby should seek solace in the writings of Mr. McCartney:-
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Hey Dude, don't make it bad.
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better
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And anytime you feel the pain, hey Dude,
refrain,
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders.
For well you know that its a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder.
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We salute you Neil Crosby. A true leg-end!!!
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