On the Unheard of McDonald Islands this morning, the cream of society turned out to salute the short troubled life of the enigrammatic Nobis Ralwin.
The beachside dawn funeral, in which I participated via binoculars for obvious reasons, was respectful and understated. I'll say this for the McDonald Islanders, they really know how to do things at half-mast.
Though Nobby is gone forever, I can't help feeling that he'll still be with us, in some sense.
Robmcj (eyewitness)
c/o MIMI
PS the last 3 chapters in his decline are starkly documented in ThissBlog, and here and here .
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16 May 2005 at 11:53
farewell, I knew you not.
