Wherever there was Blythie there was always a laugh & surprisingly some mischief - I will tell the tale of one particular incident which those who were there will remember fondly and those who missed the Gas being at a Final in Cardiff will recognise as pure Blythie. So we lost the match (of course) and were drowning our sorrows in a restaurant in central Cardiff. Curtis & I fell for the Blythie classic of "who can nick the biggest item from the restaurant" and went about trying to outdo each other. Seeing that Curtis was doing well with various items of cutlery, salt & pepper pots etc I went for the big one on the way out and stuck the fire extinguisher under my jacket. Result! I was so elated to have won the bet that I celebrated by letting it off in the middle of Cardiff (once a student and all that). Apparently Cardiff city centre is well equipped with CCTV cameras and the local police had access to it on match day - who knew? Turning the corner we saw a line of coppers heading towards us. Looking behind to see who they were after it dawned on me that I was caught carrying the can. In the back of the van I was somewhat regretting my actions. Once Blythie, Paul & Jayne had stopped laughing hysterically at what a tool I had been, they went back to the restaurant and explained all to the owner. Given his ability to sweet-talk his way out of any situation, Blythie had a joke with the owner who thankfully thought it was funny. He remembered us as being good customers and having a laugh and thankfully decided not to press charges (OK, money changed hands too to replace the extinguisher). I was released and told to behave but when I look back on that incident it sums up Blythie (& Paul) for me - getting into & out of mischief in equal measure. Looking out for your mates was one quality I remember of Blythie from that day and we laughed about it for years afterwards. I will miss Blythie but will look back on those funny moments for a long time. Much missed. UTG.
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Everyone that met Tim knows that he had an insatiable, and infectious, love of life and people. He enjoyed nothing more than a night out socialising with friends and work colleagues. He also loved going to watch sport, especially football, cricket, rugby and boxing. Bristol Rovers was his one true sporting love.
Tim also loved to travel – he was hell-bent on completing the alphabet of countries, with only a few letters left! And nothing pleased him more than chilling or dancing to soul music.
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Stories of Tim
Everyone that met Blythie knows that he was full of mischief, mayhem and merriment – usually at someone else’s expense!! It was never evil or intended to cause harm but just because he liked having a laugh by making the unexpected or unconventional happen to some unsuspecting victim.
Since his passing, there have been countless stories of Blythie’s misdemeanours – always told with a smile or laugh. You were not a friend of Blythie’s if you never left a restaurant or bar without a piece of cutlery, or a salt/pepper pot, or a piece of fruit in your pocket! Were you ever lucky enough to blag your way to the front of a queue, or into a VIP area, or into a sports hospitality event simply because you were out with him? Was your child left with Blythie for a short while and taught to ask for names like Hugh Janus, Ben Dover or Mike Oxard? And how many of us drank his favourite cocktail with him… the legendary Shit on the Grass?!
It is conservatively estimated that there are enough funny stories to produce a book and you are invited to share your Story of Tim below so that we can share them here with a smile, laugh or tear. Maybe others were there and so drunk they had forgotten the story or maybe because they remember it slightly differently. Either way, it doesn’t matter. We want to remember the best of times with one of the nicest, naughtiest, funniest men any of us are lucky enough to have met.
Please leave as many as you like – I bet you have more than one? If we get enough, we WILL produce a book for you to place by your toilet and to remember Blythie forever. It’s what he would have wanted!
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Lol. And you forgot to mention the story of how you got kicked out of a club in Barcelona when you thought it would be a good idea to put ice in handbags from a big bag of ice at the bar that Blythie had invitingly cut open… he knew how to get the best out of you, bruv!!😂