ForeverMissed
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Douglas Jones, a man of great humor, love and friendship.   He will be sorely missed by his wife Louise, son Oliver, his family in the UK, and his many friends all around the world.   Life was beautifully lived by Douglas, a family man above all, but one who also found time for his many pursuits - mountain biking, road biking (he will appreciate that we put them in that sequence!), music (aside from listening he played guitar and had composed some songs, speed wobble being his most popular), cooking, hiking, surfing, football (Man U all the way), formula one racing, and last but not least great comedy.   It's impossible to sum up the man we knew and loved on this site, but perhaps we can muster up a wisp of his charisma and character with our posts.

Feel free to post photos, memories, tributes, links to his favorite comedy clips, or anything else that honors his memory.   Douglas enjoyed humor, especially dark humor, so don't limit yourselves to the serious!

The Memorial Service and “Celebration of Life” will both take place on Friday September 20 from 3:30pm to 7pm at: THE WARREN CITY CLUB, 818 North Highland Ave.
Posted by Jenny Stallings on September 3, 2020
Always remembered! Greatly missed! Cheers to you Douglas. Your family misses you but we are taking good care of them helping them cherish your memory while stating new chapters. Oliver has grown up so much and you would be so proud of him!! Louise is staying strong and is an excellent Mom! We miss your British accent and fun spirit. You’re always in our hearts.
Posted by Gerhard Hacker on September 3, 2020
Those remembered are never truly gone. Always remembered.
Posted by Dave Jones on September 2, 2020
I so wish we had met after such a long time apart. The Jones Family are missing a few members now. But those of us that are left will never forgot our loved ones.
Posted by Jenny Jones on September 2, 2020
We have laughed this weekend sharing lots of memories from our younger day. Still find it hard to believe you have gone.

The world changes from year to year.
Our lives from day to day, but the love & memory of you will never pass away. Xx
Posted by Chris Day on September 2, 2020
Doug,
This week especially you’ve been in my thoughts. I still remember the fun times we all had at the “promised land” and the day you helped me back to your parents house as I cut my knee open which needed several stitches to fix it. You did a great jog of making me laugh and forget the grisly sight as your mum cleaned me up ready to go to the hospital. I always felt bad for bleeding on your kitchen floor.

One of many great days we had together.
I miss you,
Chris
Posted by Martin Jones on September 2, 2020
Remembering you my little brother.
We could certainly have done with your humour in 2020! When talking about the risks of COVID-19 I think you would have selected a phrase from Black-Adder
"Well, yes, I do rather laugh in the face of fear, tweak the nose of terror"
Posted by Brett And Amira Clarence on September 2, 2020
Thinking about you today Douglas.  Still can't believe a year later that we have lost you to this world.  Great memories though seeing these photos again, all your humor and mischief really was so good for us. 
Posted by David Jones on September 21, 2019
Knew you from the day you were born, Will remember all your questions of why does this do that? and what does this do? will remember you introducing me to Iron Maiden. and then you grew up and became a man, you left home and got married and had a family and lost touch.
and only in the last couple of months re kindled everything, you got me interested in taking up the guitar again and with you talking and sending me video's on WhatsApp checking up on me making sure I learn a D Chord then an A cord. will never know now what chord was next. take care nephew and say hello to your Mum for me


Posted by Andrew Willmott on September 20, 2019
From Teresa Willmott

Douglas, DJ, Douglas Edward Fresh, Schmolin Boy

What a man. My overriding memory of DJ (as he was known to me) was that he was funny – proper funny. When I moved in with Andi in Walton on the Hill, Douglas rented the spare room. We got on instantly; he just made me laugh. It wasn’t always easy. Douglas was stubborn and liked things his own way. He loved formula one and I hate it. But Douglas could sit for hours (with a beer or two, or three) watching that infernal racket. I remember coming in one Saturday afternoon and there he was, reclining on the sofa, beers queued up, telly blaring, and I hear Murray Walker saying “and …look at him go, he’s wearing his shooting boots…” At that point I had to interrupt to ask what the hell crap Walker was talking about and we both came to appreciate that terrible commentary. Ever after that, when threatening to settle in for an afternoon of formula one, Douglas used to break into a really overdone impersonation of Murray Walker and his “shooting boots”.
Douglas had a few excellent impersonations and some terrible ones. He could never resist a James Bond impersonation if he was ever wearing a dinner jacket. This was bad. It was always the Sean Connery “Mish Moneypenny” that got me – so bad it was funny. He also used to do the odd Blackadder – “I have a cunning plan” routine and he loved quoting the ‘Baby eating Bishop from Bath and Wells’. Douglas never took himself too seriously – when he was drunk I would always try and persuade him to do the “robot moves”. Hilarious – he knew it was bad too and I can still picture his long limbs waving around and him turning his body through 90 degrees but really no resemblance to a robot whatsoever. But he would carry on, trying not to laugh at himself but knowing he was making everyone else laugh and loving the fact that he was the centre of attention. He did a great “Ministry of funny walks” because he had such long legs. I remember laughing uncontrollably one time as we walked back from the pub, with DJ doing a comedic goose step.
When Andi and I first started going out together I remember Douglas organising a trip to the lakes for about 10 of us. He said it would be a weekend of walking – and not knowing him so well at that time I didn’t realise just how serious he was. We drove up there on Friday night and got up early the next morning. I remember DJ behaving like a Sergeant Major, marching us outside straight after breakfast and in typical confrontational fashion saying “you want to know where we are going?... Up there!” pointing at the biggest mountain we could see – the Old Man of Coniston. I thought he was joking but I had bought new walking boots for the adventure and I was not going to have him think me a chicken. So off we went. Douglas was so serious it was funny. We came across some other people walking up the mountain who were not properly kitted out for the terrain. Douglas did that thing where he raised his eyebrows and looked down his nose and then in a most disapproving scathing (and very loud) voice said “look at those -Fashion trainers – some people have no idea”. He really could be unnecessarily serious at times – even that used to make me chuckle. I knew he thought I would never make it to the top of that mountain – but I did – and as I recall I got to the top before him.
A more stubborn man I have not met. He was incredibly argumentative – about everything. Not one point would he let go. And he was competitive. I remember telling him that if he ever had kids he would be like “competitive dad” from the Fast Show – going to the school performance and heckling his own child for being “rubbish”. We used to roar with laughter at that sketch. He used to be able to quote from it: “boo…hiss…he’s rubbish…wooden…dialect stilted and his understanding of verse is pedestrian”. He was irreverent and loved being politically incorrect. He loved the camp tailors from The Fast Show and regularly used the catchphrase ‘OOO suits you Sir!’ to signal his approval.
When we moved into the house in Walton it needed quite a bit of DIY work. Being a thoroughly modern woman I remember deciding that I would learn how to use Andi’s power tools. Once I got the hang of the power drill I was fixing everything –looking back it was definitely a phase; I became a bit obsessed – much to Douglas’ delight. He christened me “Power Tools Girl”. Ever the opportunist, from then on whenever anything broke he would look at me with a glint in his eye and say “looks like a job for power tools girl” hoping that this would get him out of having to try and do the repair and that I would fall for the flattery.
There were a few jobs around the house that Douglas hated. He didn’t like cleaning although he was incredibly fussy about the house being clean. And he loved keeping his car looking pristine – and really disapproved of those of us who weren’t fussed about this– like me. When he did his weekly shop, there was one job he absolutely loathed; taking the chicken pieces he had bought out of their packet and putting them into freezer bags to store. The look of disgust on his face was a picture and he would handle the chicken as if it was red hot, breathing through his mouth so that he couldn’t smell it. It was so entertaining I used to make sure I was there to spectate. After a few weeks he finally realised how amusing I found this spectacle– thankfully he saw the funny side.
Douglas you have left this world far too soon - I am going to miss you so very much. You were the best man at my wedding and you took that on with great aplomb. Wherever you are, power tools girl is sending you lots of love. You were great to be around and uplifting company. In the words of Charlie Brown ‘Goodbye always makes my throat hurt’, so true that phrase right now.
Posted by Preston Sheldon on September 18, 2019
So many great memories but one that sticks out is back in 2003 when I was living in the UK, outside of London. Sadly, Douglas's mum had just passed so he was over in London for a couple weeks. I came into the City one evening to grab a pint with my good friend and he was all excited about showing me "his city". It was a gorgeous evening by any standard and simply amazing by London standards and we found a great little place in SoHo. Tables outside, cold beer, and a couple of attractive aussie ladies at the table next to us. About our 2nd or 3rd pint I went inside to use the toilet and realized, hmm, I think Douglas took us to a gay bar? Douglas himself figured this out while I was gone when he realized the aussie girls were a couple. I can still remember how emphatic he was when he swore me to secrecy to never tell the story of the time I visited his city and he took me to a gay bar. I swore I wouldn't, and never planned to. He clearly didn't trust me and decided to get ahead of the story, telling everyone as soon as he returned to Atlanta.

Our paths have drifted a part a bit in recent years but that doesn't make this loss any easier. He will definitely be missed.
Posted by Gerhard Hacker on September 12, 2019
If I walked into a bar and Douglas was there, I would know we're into an interesting night with great stories, laughs and deep conversation. I got to know Douglas via Brett. Over the years in Atlanta we would meet at birthday parties, bars, Atlanta United games, we'd camp with the families ... and I once went mtb'ing with him. That's when I called him 'the red lourie' after a bird that lives in the Knysna forest in South Africa and all you see out is is a flash of red as it flies though the forest. (Douglas was wearing a red shirt at the time). I got to know Douglas as man of principles, a deeply committed father and a great friend.
Posted by Colin Mead on September 11, 2019
I worked with Douglas at NET in the UK, although he was known as Rodney by some (Only Fools and Horses reference) due to his antics, looks and warped sense of humor. We caught up a few times in Atlanta and I know he will be sorely missed by all who knew him.  Good night Rodney.
Posted by Grant Napier on September 10, 2019
I first met Douglas in 2006 at Brett Clarence's bachelor party. I will never forget how warm and friendly he was to me and how easy he was to talk to! He was a bit different from everyone else not just because of his accent but there was a serious streak under all his humor and playfulness which I really enjoyed and it made him kind of mysterious like there was a lot more to him than he was letting on. I have had the good fortune to ride with Douglas - and he was a strong rider - I have been tracking him ever since on Strava. And I was also lucky to enjoy Thanksgiving last year with his and Brett's family. all together. Such easy warm company - we had a lot of laughs I felt like I was being reminded just how amazing a good laugh with friends can be. What really upsets me is I realize now just looking through the pictures here that I only knew such a little of Douglas - and it is really crazy how life is because Brett and Douglas had been talking about us taking an adventure to ride somewhere in America later this year, so it felt like I was going to be getting to know him even more. Such a shock to have him go so suddenly like this.
Posted by Chris Day on September 10, 2019
Happy Birthday my good friend, 31 years ago today Vivienne and I got married and I had the privilege of having you as my best man.
You will always be in our thoughts.
Chris and Vivienne xx
Posted by Penny Jones on September 10, 2019
Thinking of my lovely brother in law Doug on what would have been his 53rd birthday.
I have known you for 33 years and in all that time you never changed, I will always remember you with great fondness and love. I’m so sad that instead of the funny birthday card I had for you I am writing on a memorial wall.
But I have great memories and photos to prove it xx
Posted by Jenny Stallings on September 9, 2019
Scott and I rented Louise and Douglas' ViHi home for several years and became instant friends sharing lots of laughs, love of food, music and guitars. Scott inspired Douglas to learn to play guitar, although they had very different styles of playing - Douglas played for the whole world to hear which we loved!!!!!! One of my favorite memories was when we threw Scott a surprise birthday party and we had actually pulled off all the way up until the second Douglas ran into Scott in the men's room of the restaurant (where everyone was hidding) and said, "Hey Scott! Happy Birthday!" As you can imagine - Scott knew instantly what was up and Douglas of course immediately knew he had said something he probably shouldn't have. He came running up to me (where we were hidding) apologizing but I thought it was SO FUNNY I couldn't help but laugh!! Enter Scott laughing as well. I still smile thinking about that moment. Douglas will be so missed!!!!!!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Posted by Jenny Stallings on September 3, 2020
Always remembered! Greatly missed! Cheers to you Douglas. Your family misses you but we are taking good care of them helping them cherish your memory while stating new chapters. Oliver has grown up so much and you would be so proud of him!! Louise is staying strong and is an excellent Mom! We miss your British accent and fun spirit. You’re always in our hearts.
Posted by Gerhard Hacker on September 3, 2020
Those remembered are never truly gone. Always remembered.
Posted by Dave Jones on September 2, 2020
I so wish we had met after such a long time apart. The Jones Family are missing a few members now. But those of us that are left will never forgot our loved ones.
Recent stories

Ordinary World

Shared by Andrew Willmott on September 21, 2019
How best to capture what makes a friendship? One that lasted over 30 short years.
All in a name
But what name…He was of course Douglas and Doug and Dougie and of course Bolty (a link to Frankenstein and his long neck). The shortened version “DJ” of course gave rise to many music links.

Intro's
I met Douglas when in 1998, I’d just moved from Scotland to a job in Wokingham. GDC had won deals resulting in our team of three became five teams of two on rotating shifts. We’d hangout both in and out of work. Alan and I soon secured a house in Binfield, then filled it with Mikey and John leaving a box room. This became a party house and DJ unofficially moved into a tiny box room in the front.

My Way!
Single minded? Bloody minded? He would say focused and determined…DJ and Alan would debate, jostle, argue, harang each other over just about any topic – and god help anyone that got between them – it was frequently me. I took me ages to realise they loved the banter.

On Entertainment
During our time in Binfield music was an essential component of every day. For Alan and I rock ruled but DJ quickly introduced the house to Duran Duran, Depeche mode. Albums like Violator and Big Thing are now forever linked to Douglas.
Blackadder2 and the actors – their heroic stances and teaching Prince George to say wooooah will forever be DJ. In fact last year on exiting a London taxi in the middle of trendy Covent Garden DJ saw me – didn’t even say hi – just assumed their heroic pose with groin out and arms aloft …and WOOOAH was our greeting after not seeing each other for years. I’m sitting here grinning just thinking about it.
The Fast Show – DJ and accents have always been a great combo.. he thought he was 9/10 when in fact it was really more like 4 but no matter. ‘Cheesy Peas’ and ‘Scortchio’ were faves of his… This caused endless mirth as the wine flowed and his accents got worse.

On Holidays & Seasonal Fun
Pelforth in Normandy. We decided on a cycling tour of Normandy with Mark and Kevin. Evenings quickly had a structure and rhythm. Find a campsite (or place we’d not get nicked) – pitch tents, get food going then the beers hunt aka Pelforth Run would start. Pelforth Blonde and Brun became the tipple of choice and we drank crates of it! My abiding memory of that 2wk tour was peddling down into LeHavre to the sound of Van Morrison “Moondance”. I love that tune.

He loved to travel but hated the cold and that took him to Atlanta!
He marched us all up the Old Man Of Conniston and marched us all down again.

At Christmas for years we’d do a friends Christmas meal – a huge affair with tons of food and wine…and as day follows night eventually DJ offered to host at his house. This was the scene of a heroic culinary event. We all rocked up expecting the using fare. But No! DJ had chosen his own path to legendary status….he side stepped the risks of spuds and sprouts to make a vat of Turkey Curry! Nice dodge and it was good too!

On Fashion and Style
DJ liked to look good – sharp – you know FINE!!!. The line I loved related to his favourite designer shirts. Mr Ted Baker. DJ loved nothing more than meticulously ironing his chosen ‘bit of Ted’ for a night out in London. Alan of course use to take great delight in mocking the shallowness of this style victim but it was water of a ducks back. He may have had more money as years passed but I still see Ted, think if him and grin.

At Home with Bolty
I lived with or near DJ for years. The exact number is more than 5 but who cares Binfield, Weybridge, Walton they were great years. This meant sharing a love of F1 and Mr Shooting Boots – great times were had. I partly lived with Alan and DJ in Clapham (Claam) when as engineers we were given car phones and expenses,
Cooking in his early twenties was challenging for DJ – and risky for us as he could burn water! He would why frozen sausages could be brown outside but raw inside! His frustration was evident but he worked to learn (or starve)…but once he’d found a way to make his creations ‘good’ that was THE WAY and no-one and nothing would sway it. Time and practice improved his culinary talent. He loved it.

In this last year DJ, Mark and I decided on some bucket list restaurants. No1 was Rumours and No2 was to Simpsons on Strand. Both will live long in the memory. He even let me hear his adventures in music and his first track...was planning an album. What a man!

In 1999 he agreed to be my best man. A close run thing and his speech was outstanding so I recall.

Therefore…
What makes up the many faces of the DJ I knew? My words falter – Alan is better than I. In my mind he’ll be thinking of the next plan for success, next composition or next family holiday adventure. He’ll be pounding along some bike trail or the beltway on his bike. DJ memories make me smile – a lot!
He was simply my best man....

We never thought it would happen to Douglas in Clapham

Shared by Alan MacLeod on September 10, 2019
Sadly, the photos are missing - (but thanks to Difford and Tilbrook for the title)

These stories mean so much to me, and DJ and I often retold them with fantastic embellishments, so please humor me, and imagine a 22-23 year old DJ strolling around in his first flat. It was around 1989, DJ and I shared a flat (apartment) in Clapham, London (known to the Sloane Rangers at the time as Clarm). We were the cool Dynamic Team Two that had uprooted from the phones and moved to the city. We had mobile phones, but they were attached to the company car - two more city-wise, street hip dudes there had never been.

DJ - the Chef: probably the first story that needs to be told is quite banal, but for all you fans of Douglas' gourmet cooking - this is how it started.  DJ couldn't cook, at all, usual funny lines about being unable to boil water - but its only funny when it isn't true. His mum, sisters and dad (and probably Martin) had fed him his whole life - to him, kitchens were places where family members prepared his meals, it connected the living room with the garden (back yard), and were a convenient place to meet people at parties. They certainly weren't a place where a fashionable Durany would be found being creative, unless the aforementioned meeting people was taking place, where creativity was very much at home. Fortunately for DJ, despite being the same age, I was familiar with many aspects of the kitchen, having spent 6 years somewhat catering for myself. The agreement was struck, I'd feed him, he'd learn to cook, and then we'd share the cooking. It started with a few simple questions, and then the DJ pedantic mindset kicked in - why did the beans go on then, how did I know the sausages were almost cooked, how could anyone tell the level or preparedness of something in the oven with the door closed. Notes were taken, minutes were counted and slowly emerged the guy you know - and when I say slowly, I mean slowly - he'd moved to Atlanta (some 10 years later) before any hint of kitchen prowess was apparent. During the Clapham times, Douglas perfected Turkey Cheese Burgers, Baked Beans and Oven Chips - don't knock it, three different cook times, an oven and a pan - and it was delicious - or we went out for Italian down the road.

DJ - the giver: after another mindless day (we worked together as well), a midweek quiet beers with friends was in order. Jacqui and Andi popped over and the relaxing began - with appropriate tunes in the background (Duran Duran, Big Thing; The The, Infected would have certainly made a showing). As the beers flowed, (Hamby's of Wem, Shropshire was the tipple of choice) it quickly came obvious that this was a two speed group - DJ and myself where quipping and ad libbing away and Andi and Jacqui, not so much. DJ ever the generous soul proposed the solution - we'd teach them to be spontaneous. Usher out of the living room, they were challenged to do something random. Even fueled by beer (though Jacqui must have been drinking wine) they struggled with this task. In an effort to prise open the creative juices, DJ joined them and explained how to start with one thing, and segue in to another - sort of unplanned. After much unplanning, Jacqui emerged, doing who knows what before bursting in to the Shake 'n Vac theme with a card board kitchen roll tube (fortunately) replacing the canister of powder. Sadly the amazing spontaneity was lost as DJ explained, before she came in, that he'd suggested this. Andi trumped this by entering wearing boxer shorts on his head - in a spat of, well ridiculousness only topped by the shake 'n vac piece. While waiting for these unplanned moves, DJ and I had arranged, the "What was cool" display - Duran Duran Big Thing on CD, The The Infect on VHS, Red Dwarf, pirated on CD. I'd veto'ed Man United, and he'd veto'ed all things heavy metal.

DJ - the paramedic: Time moves on, its the the FA Cup Final, or the EUFA or some other football (soccer) final of some sort, and Man Utd are there. Andi, was over and "volunteered" to cook. I volunteered to drink and DJ took care of the watching and cheering. For those of you not in the know, Andi was a professional chef - he'd cooked at the Red Cumin Inn in Dunblaine Scotland as a school to earn extra pennies - suffice it to say, he knew more than us. The game was the usual drear that I personally find soccer and DJ was up and out of his seat yelling and back down and in his seat lamenting many times without the scoreboard operator being roused from his evening nap. Suddenly there was excitement - Andi came rushing in from the kitchen and in his Scottish lilt announced "Ooh, I've cut me finger, I need to go to the hospital". By then it was the second half, we were closing in on a possible win, cool as a cucumber DJ said "don't bleed on the carpet Andi. Is dinner ready? The games almost over, lets eat, watch the end and then I'll take you". Dinner was great, Man Utd won and Andi neither bled on the carpet nor lost the finger - nicely done DJ.

DJ - the media-giant: DJ was sensible with money and bought wisely. I had music equipment, he bought TV and VCR. Sensible as he was, a student of technology he wasn't. The TV was easy - we had 4 channels to choose from, the VCR, well, no. It had Nicam Stereo when 4:3 mono was the norm and a 25" TV was HUGE. We rigged it up, wired in to the stereo and sat back to enjoy all the BBC, ITV and Blockbuster Video could bring (allegedly even soccer was enjoyable in stereo - somehow I never got that). We recorded shows, enjoyed the amazing time-shifting capabilities of the VCR -  or so I thought. After we left the flat, that illusion was shattered early one morning, a frantic DJ was on the phone, it turns out he never learnt to program the VCR, in fact, he had no clue - the manuals were clearly written by idiots and could I talk him through it. This went on for a number of years - I don't know whether he replace it or gave up - I struggle to believe he learnt how to use it though.

DJ and I shared a flat for only 18 months typical London months: my car got broken in to (twice), we met muggers on the common - (the common being famous for resting place of a few politicians careers), the landlord filed for bankruptcy and the local Italian would clear other patrons out of our way as we drank so much Barolo.

But no DJ/Alan series of stories could end without one about arguing. It was the cementing of our friendship and defined over 30 years of interaction - we liked to argue, about anything. The unearthing of this common interest in this time honored sport took place early one morning at GDC in Wokingham. We had the 10PM to 6AM shift, nothing much ever happened (well the police broke in one time and threatened to arrest us, but that's a different story) so we chatted. As we got to know each other, we chatted some more, then we debated and then we argued. We discussed really important things like would Frank Bruno have beaten Mike Tyson if the bell hadn't rung; did the office custodian really know the Cray Twins as he claimed; was DJ's Nissan Sunny the worst car ever made, or a sound financial investment (you guess who took what position that one); among other really important topics, but our favorite topic was cartoons. Between us we probably recalled over 80% of the cartoons on British TV stretching back the 20 years of our lives. Which was best, did you remember this one, what was the name of this cartoon (The Amazing Chan and the Chan Clan had us foxed until one of DJ's customer's, who we had somehow included in the madness saved the day) - with no Internet to ruin the opinion led debate with anything remotely like facts, we argued many many hours away on full pay, waiting to be relieved so we could go home. We were so cartoon obsessed we gave our colleagues cartoon oriented nicknames, we created call in phrases and generally were the epitome of 20 year old self-obsessed children passing as adults. Anyway, one morning the arguing was flowing nicely, positions were taken, undermined and abandoned, one side struggled to gain a solid winning position, then the other took an upper hand, and as 6 AM rolled around the head of Tech Support - an American from GA I believe, Bud Fearn strolled in. Bud distinguished himself by probably having less sense of humor than a rock (if any of you know him - oops), he was somewhat surly and really quite smart, but not necessarily the most people person of people. He made the fateful mistake, the turning of DJs and my relationship from casual friend to truly allies for life, by announcing (in a pre-coffee American drawl) "You guys are always arguing" - it was like a raw steak being tossed to hungry hyenas - quick as lightening DJ replied "no we're not" and the slaughter began. Bud threw up the white flag after 5 minutes of a verbal, Guns of Navarone-like barrage and DJ and I had found a kinship - we were merciless.

DJ, I miss you already my friend, you are the only person more stubborn than me in a debate, and the world is sadder place without you - keep cooking, giving, patching up, recording and arguing wherever you are - and most importantly, you can have the Jive Bunny CD back... "come on".