Phil, my fondest memories of you:
In the 1970s, as teenagers, you were the big cousin who had ‘done all that and been there first’ - you were looked up to - plus, you had a beard and drove a mini; something we could only dream about having at the time!
Whenever I hear ‘Wild Thing’ by the Troggs, I still always think of you - is that a thing?
You were the reason I joined the Scouts - 5th Redruth - in 1972. Pleased to say, you weren’t the reason I was asked to leave in 1974!
Re-stocking the Chianti Bar with you on Saturday and Sunday mornings, and playing pinball in the afternoon.
Later, when you lived in Albany Road, there would be a regular knock at our front door, and there you would be, with a clipping from that week’s West Briton, or a second hand book you had discovered, which you thought might be of interest! I have these still, and they now take on a different value, as momenta mori, if you like.
You also found and helped me collect the first desk I ever owned, when we set up our business - it was the first bit of furniture in the office! I still remember the fun we had getting it into the completely inappropriate vehicle we had between us for the task!!
The Sunday crossword, bottles of vintage port and fish pie suppers with your mum T the house on the New Portreath Road.
You always had time for people and liked a good chat…generally, a long, good chat!
In recent years we seemed to lose touch - life gets in the way, right? - this, I particularly regret right now.
Phil, you were one of a kind. You will be missed.
Lou Jones
15/01/2026
