On Wednesday 25th November, friends and family gathered at Worthing Crematorium and celebrated Mat's life.
I remember:
You cutting off the bacon rind and us arguing over the custard skin
Playing Canasta with Nan, Glad and Perce
Us all counting Butterflies and you winning a prize
Making me watch Jaws and The Omen too and that really wasn’t wise
Pancake eating competitions and Christmas Avocaat Snowballs
Pinching Dad’s ski socks and putting a hole in them all
Attending Nautical School and you running your own Tuck Shop
Breaking your leg and taking a learner driver on the M23
You studied the Earth, mapping and drinking most of Southern France
Creator of drinking games a plenty, my favourite “the Flaming Drambiue”
And who could forget those snappy dance moves – the Row Boat Song
You climbed and you pot-holed and even when it went wrong
You were cool under pressure with Dad hanging off a cliff and swearing a song
And there were games of Bridge, played long into the night
You ran with the Bulls and threw tomatoes with speed
And you developed a taste for the finer things in life
As a blonde haired rogue in Hong Kong
Your stories of Macau should forever be untold
We swam in Cayman, surrounded by sharks
You gambled in Monte Carlo, Goodwood and Doncaster too
You recycled yourself and your companies through
You were the blue sky thinker, it really is true
Never so happy than with a cause,
There were Butterflies and Bluebells and Badgers of course
Your pals were always present, you loved them true
Your greatest adventure your cherubs numbering three
Your smile was endearing and your humour sublime
So I asked our Ivan to wait for his round, fat chance
So sharpen up that short game, and sort out that slice
We’ll join you in due course for that whiskey over ice