Today was Jules’ funeral service, in Stevenage. I managed to scab some time off work (we’re filming tomorrow, so I left a great long list and some rather angsty researchers behind, but they know what they’re doing) and drove down. I’m glad I went. Roman Catholic services aren’t exactly my taste, but that’s hardly the point.
Alan was understandably emotional, but in the circumstances managed some creditable comic timing in his eulogy. The spirit of Hull Pushbike rides on, it seems. At the wake, the Brothers not-very-Grim-at-all (ie. Nigel and Ian, Alan’s younger siblings) were thoroughly entertaining, and Viv (their mum) seems to be bearing up well. It was a rather jolly affair, which is doubtless how Jules would have wanted it.