Wednesday, February 8, 2012


LLOYD DYKK 1945-2012
A friend who dies, it's something of you who dies.
-- Flaubert

6 comments:

CJB said...

That's a good likeness. Gentle cat love, but a fighter's hands and feet.

Fiona said...

Lee, that is a beautiful photo. Thanks.

Wayne said...

I'm sorry to hear of Lloyd's passing. His pieces in The Sun part of my life for many years.

Anonymous said...

Sorry, he wasn't very nice to me. And I heard he wasn't very nice to a lot of other people either. Why are dead people deified?

Lynda said...

Many people aren't nice to each other. It's a fact of life and quite separate from people expressing their respect and admiration for a man whose like comes along but once in a generation, time and place. (I wear Lululemon and am quite comfortable laughing without wincing or feeling the least bit small at his disdain of No-iron Fortrel. It's merely the art of criticism. It's not personal.)

Your response, dear anonymous, is just the sort of thing that would have made our dearly departed Lloyd laugh. He would immediately have thought of Lady Bracknell's lines, "I do not approve of anything that tampers with natural ignorance. Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit; touch it and the bloom is gone." More especially because you seem so earnest.

Anonymous said...

But some of it was very personal. He could suddenly dump a friend for no reason that you could determine. Of course this statement will be shot down as sheer heresy. There is only one opinion to be had. "You seem so earnest" is a dreadful response to someone who is merely trying to balance the way we deify the dead. Claiming LD would laugh at it is worse than dismissal. His bad treatment of people was supposedly excusable because plenty of other people do it too (what??). I too heard about many other cases and just want to make the point, not that anyone will let it pass without dismissal, mocking or rancour. (By the way, this is NOT the same person who made the original comment. I am bracing for "well, you didn't even have the courage to sign your own name so your statement is worthless", or some-such. So be it, your mind is made up.)