I run a very small cleaning business called Elite Maids, I was Ian’s cleaner up until recently for over six years, and was extremely saddened to here he had passed away, his neighbor Bev called me on Tuesday the 8th of January, I was so shocked as I have cleaned for him fortnightly for years, and had been Texting him, and left a voice mail on the Tuesday, saying …” hi Ian hope you are well, not sure if you are home or bobbing around in your little boat! lol, let me know when your back and i will come and clean, hope you had a fab christmas!.
Ian would always text me back or reply the same day or the next, so I thought it a little strange, but did not worry as I new he had stuff planned over Christmas, people staying and what not, but when I got the call it knocked me for six, and I will explain why, I have many customers, and a good few are very friendly we can easily chat away for hours ,But Ian was such a great chap! always happy, always made us feel welcome, never once complained. He was one of the nicest people I have ever met. I loved hearing about his debates, protests, interests, and his sailing adventures, I realised very early on that he was very popular, his house was an open house, always people coming and going, lots of story’s to be heard and lots of laughter, he would often tell me about his Stargazing and what he had discovered, talk about where he moored his boat and the adventures he had been on, also riding his racer bike.
I know he loved his music , there were often reggae cd’s lying about, and i know he liked a good smoke! lol, not sure if he knew i knew though!. But I was lucky enough twice to sit at that table in the kitchen for a coffee, first time was in January 2009, I was getting married on the 31st and was having trouble with layout of my order of service, Ian said bring it over on a USB and i will see what I can do! , as you can imagine it was a piece of cake for him, he fixed the problem ! and the order of service looked fab!. Second time it was my lap top! he stripped it back to basics, got rid of the virus, and it worked like a dream.
I often texted him with my computer issues and he always found a solution!, that was Ian, nothing was ever too much trouble. when he called me to give a quote for cleaning the house all those years ago, I will never forget him saying, I just need the house up together so unfortunately it will not be long term!, but it turned out it was, and I loved cleaning that house, then he had the loft done, and mac would often come and paint, it was lovely hearing them chatting together and laughing, there were others that spent a lot of time in Ian’s house, H and others I never knew by name, but I would just like to say that I for one will miss him a lot, and I think that it is so cruel he was taken so soon, but I am also very honored that I had the opportunity to work for and know such a wonderful man, as are my cleaners that knew Ian as well, Lyn, Sarah and Clair, so rest in peace Ian sail on! and party hard, I will never forget you….
Thommo and I shared some great times at Southampton University, mucking about with the student radio station in the early 1980s. Later he was terribly important in the student world (here’s the picture from 1983 that shows him on the foothills of greatness!). After graduation, we met only occasionally – when he was trying to create a music venue in the Old Bond Store off East Street, randomly at the Harbour Lights, and at Pippa’s birthday back at Glen Eyre in 2002, when we sat beside the pond and Thommo lit the inevitable spliff. And then we hooked-up again just two months ago, and it was like the intervening years had never happened. The same cheeky irreverence, the same incisive brilliance, the same breezy contempt for injustice and unfairness. The same Thommo, in fact, even with the same hair! His passing is an unfairness all of its own. RIP
Right-Ho Ian, where do we start?
I didn’t quite realise how much I loved Ian until he went.
Always there with an open door a cup of tea and a spliff
There to lend a hand when otherwise I could have fallen badly, thank you.
He had this ability to make me feel like a special friend and, although I was aware of many other people in his life, it came as a surprise to see so many others at his funeral who felt the same, how did he have the time and emotional resources?
Having work that was pursued as a hobby rather than a necessity might have helped, I remember going to his so many times to find him engrossed in ‘code-world’ which, bless him, he would do his best to explain to me under the mistaken belief that I’d understand.
I loved the fact that he was a ‘posh anarchist’, that although he was born into a well off family and never wanted for money, indeed he enjoyed the benefits this gave him with minimal anarco-guilt, he never for one moment suffered from the arrogance that good fortune can bring but was sensitive and alert to injustice wherever it appeared. But much more than this: he did something about it. I can remember going to the G8 protest in Stirling with him and remember with love his cool pacifist head as the drama of a police charge unfolded itself, constantly tempering my tendency to ‘have a go’. Inspired by the way the direct action was organised there he involved himself more and more in protest activity. A pacifist through and through and a delightful man to spend time with and, as has been said so many times, always a smile and that mischeivous Peter Pan twinkle in his eyes.
There is so much more I could write but for now I’ll just enclose the only photos I have of him, round mine 6 or 7 years ago, suitably stoned, skinning up and investigating xmas presents for one of the kids.
Quite simply: I miss you
I am writing this on the laptop I bought in August. The first one I have ever bought for my own use, and bought with Ian’s advice and guidance. When it came he said to me “come over and we’ll get you set up: a generous use of the word “we.” As I write the computer is also chugging away on the World Community Grid processing data relating to the Human Proteome Folding project.
Ian installed this as the price of his help, typically the “price” was not for himself but for others. Come to think of it that would be a great legacy if all who remember Ian set up World Community Grid on their computers in his memory. I’m sure he would approve.
Since my friend Guy let me know that Ian had gone he’s been in my thoughts most days. Remembering the times spent in his company. Annoyed that I won’t get to do so again. Reading the other messages here has both saddened me, and warmed my heart. I’m really pleased that other people share my feeling that Ian was something a bit special, and that he had a profound impact on our lives. He certainly opened my mind to other ways of being, and for that I’ll always be grateful.
Seeing Laurian’s message brought to mind a summer of laughter and beer, spent largely in the garden of the Dolphin pub. Great days, great people. (I hope you are well Laurian – the love between you and Ian was plain to see, and a joy to behold).
When I finally left Southampton Ian was one of a very small number whom I missed, and still miss now.
“On New Year’s Eve, I received the devastating call from Mac that Ian had died. I was in shock. A flood of memories engulfed me immediately…intensely…I thought I had already said goodbye, my Darling Ian years ago.
I have just returned from scanning the photographs and memories I wanted to share for Ian’s Memorial page. As I type, I cannot see clearly for the tears that are streaming down my face. I am in shock no more. I weep from the deepest part of me, where I loved Ian like no other…he was my first love, my greatest love…and will remain the love of my life. I loved him to the sun, moon and stars.
I consider myself blessed to have loved so deeply and to have been loved by him. How I admired him. How I adored him. How I respected him. How I listened to him. How our love shaped me into the Laurian I am today: a little battered and bruised but still standing strong like a Baobab tree, trying to live life with kindness, generosity, co-operation, tolerance, peace and love – all this Ian taught me.
He supported and encouraged my dreams to be an artist, listened with infinite patience as I plunked my way through my guitar and first songs and he encouraged me to pursue technology…he held my hand when I fell…and lifted me up…high.
When we last saw each other in Cape Town, the knowledge that our time together had come to an end weighed heavily upon us…I thought I would die from a broken heart. In the years that have past, my heart has continued to beat…marking time…tightly locked away in fear to avoid the pain of loving with an open heart again.
As the tears have poured down my cheeks…I have felt my heart opening again: this last time to release my grief and sorrow…perhaps it is his final gift of love to me.
I am thankful that I experienced true love with him, a great, gentle, kind and giant of a man…in the end, the only thing that matters is the love we shared.
Good bye, my dearest friend – rest in peace, my Darling Ian – know that though you are gone, you will live on in the memories of the many people you loved and touched…and it is we who are the richer for having known you.
Overcountable love always,
(from his thankful friend Louise, or Lou, from past days)
The brightness of Ian’s soul shone through the glint in his eyes and his almost permanent smile, a cheeky and alive smile, that never failed to attract strong bonds of friendship.
The passing of Ian has brought us all to this moment to stop in our tracks and remember the love that Ian emanated to the people and living things around him.
Ian’s life was a blessing. He had a spirit rich with appreciation of the beauty in the world. He was not a stranger to loss, yet he learned to channel the winds and storms into calm waters. Always there to soothe and give sustenance to the people that came into his home. And his home always had a glowing fire, whether in the lounge or the forest, the field or the hill, on chilly days there was warmth around Ian. And on warm summer days you could literally feel the glory of the green fields and quiet blue skies in the joy from his face.
His quick wit and fast ability to process information drew us all to learn and develop ourselves, to question and to conclude and to question again, to think is to be and so Ian brought these gifts of insight into our sight.
Ian was my whole world for a few years of my life, those years were precious to us both. We passed to each other our ways and left our mark on each others soul. I will cherish this mark, it has only ever been a source of pure and good energy.
I was touched to hear that after our days together closed, new doors opened for Ian. New friends and relationships brought him much joy. I see that sailing and understanding the stars were pursuits that personified Ian’s profound life. As an outstanding pioneer of the whole information technology revolution he never fell into the hole of trespassing on nature. His stature as a thinker never encroached on his humble manner and this potent mix created a great man.
Ian gathered energy from the forces of nature and friendship that endow us with life. And now his life is gathered and his soul is at rest and in peace. With peace this message is given and in peace may it be received. With love and gratitude to you all.
Lou in Israel.