20th November, 2025.
I have to say: I was feeling fairly chipper, for most of yesterday.
I’d found out Disney will be releasing the original, theatrical, cut of Star Wars in 4k: at least they will, going by this article.
The theatrical cut: rather than the updated ones released under George Lucas.
I’d found out that the Geldof-penned “I Don’t Like Mondays” had been released on 13th July, 1979.
Six years, to the day, before the Geldof-organised Live Aid was staged: on 13th July, 1985.
Yes: there’ll be a Teaser about the song.
I think the co-incidence will inspired a question or two.
But I also — towards the end of the day — learnt some sad news: after being contacted by Gill Veail, yesterday.
Gill … ?
Is the sister of Trevor Veail: who, famously, has commented on Nik Nak’s Old Peculiar for many years.
Has?
I should correct myself, there, and say ‘had commented’.
As Gill contacted me, yesterday, to tell me Trevor had died, yesterday evening.
I’m saddened.
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I got to know Trevor, many years ago: when I worked at what’s now the Hutton Junction in Shenfield.
And was one of the first punters I’d served, there.
You could pretty much guarantee Trevor would be in, most lunchtimes, and ordering at least two pints of Courage Best: as he tended to favour bitters.
And managed to catch my attention, as he was impressively knowledge about Dr Who, and Terry Pratchett’s Discworld novels.
And about various vintage computers: from what I knew, he’d worked on some of the first business mainframes, back in the day.
He was also one of the first people to take part in the quizzes I ran at the Hutton.
And one of the first to comment here, on Nik Nak’s Old Peculiar.
Yes.
Trevor could be a right, royal, pain in the bum, sometimes.
He got barred from the Hutton, at least once
And there’s certainly a few comments, here, that were less than polite: and got firmly deleted.
But generally?
Trevor was a warm, caring human being: which is why I tried to keep in touch with him, in his last days.
He’d had a fall, at home, a few months ago: and had some hard to treat leg ulcers, and cataracts, as a result of diabetes.
I’m also reminded Trevor told me, many years ago, that he’d been diagnosed with some form of autism.
Which possibly added to his struggles.
I couldn’t even tell you if he was able to read those letters, at the end.
But … ?
They were sent: which is possibly the point.
I tried to make sure I kept in touch with someone I saw as a friend.
I’m very aware the world’s a worse place for his loss.
RIP, Trevor.
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