Happier to report that 65 of us who knew Richard well, including his parents, wife Anna and children gathered together last night at 28-50 in Fetter Lane (Richard had set this up with Xavier Rousset of Texture as a casual restaurant with stunning mature wines) which we took over for the evening. Two guys laid on dinner and some wine, we all donated to the Pancreatic Cancer Research fund and brought more wine, and had a spectacular evening of which I am quite sure he would approve.
In total, including an auction of rare and substantial (several double magnums featured) wines, and a chauffeured trip in Richard's Bristol 405 to watch ****nal at home, £11,000 ish was raised for the charity.
Nursing a slight hangover this morning, a bright and sunny one at that, I took my Allard for a proper run through the Chilterns as it seemed the right thing to do. Brakes and taxi tyres which bounce off potholes need to be sorted, driving through a large puddle showed that the water comes straight over the windscreen and the wipers are laughably awful, but I am getting there on making it run sweetly. Richard would have approved, although he had a heater in his Bristol, and I have a big V8.