From Lin Renusz
My memory is suspect. So, rather like Dylan Thomas [the nearest I’ll get] I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six. I’m sure Ian won’t mind.
Living in Larkspur, Ian decided he wanted to get fit and would join me for a run at the weekend. He was still a heavy smoker at that time. Saturday morning arrived and I shouted up to Ian that I was ready. Ian appeared at the top of the stairs. Pristine and dazzling in brand new, all white trainers shorts and T shirt. We set off. Ian in front, naturally. At pace, of course. Well, why build up gradually when you can aim straight for the top? We got as far as the stone bridge over the Dene. All downhill so far and Ian could go no further. He never appeared for a run again.
Ian and I travelled to Poland together in the 1970’s. A remarkable journey on the London to Moscow train. He loved his travels with a difference. It was still the days of the Berlin wall. We had couchettes. There was no buffet car. Only a man brewing tea on a primus between carriages. Armed guards checking us at the borders. We hired a car in Gdansk to drive north to where my family lived. Nightmare drive. Negotiating trams and Ian navigating! We travelled on by train to Warsaw and Krakow where we hired rooms. The landlady was delighted to have English guests. She wanted to take us out for the day. So, with limited [very] language and much miming, Ian worked out that we were going hunting. Ian was very excited. We ended up at the zoo!
Back to Larkspur and Ian learning to drive. Taking him out to practise which was scary. At the top of Osborne Road, just before the lights we stopped, stuck. On asking Ian what he was going to do about the lamppost, he asked “What lamppost?” The reply “the one the car is leaning on!” I can’t remember what Ian said or how we got home.
I can’t remember whether this took place when Ian was studying for his law degree, more likely doing his articles. Anyway, he had a heavy cold, still went out into town but had a few glasses of whisky. For medicinal reasons of course. He ended up getting arrested for being drunk and disorderly. When he appeared in court rather than plead guilty, he argued that he should be let off as he had been drinking for medicinal reasons. All the other D and D’s who pleaded guilty got a £20 fine. Ian got £40 and had to pay costs.