Message of condolence

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.

If you would like to leave a message of condolence please leave your name and your message below. It will be seen by Tim’s family and friends and will comfort them at their time of loss.

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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Sean McIntyre

Jun 05, 2021

The Famous Gallon Gallop

in Stories/Condolences

A lot of my memories of nights out with Tim are a little hazy so they may not all be 100% accurate. This is how I remember one particular night. Luckily I had recounted it once before on Facebook which has saved me some typing.

I was at work late one Friday afternoon in the early 90’s when I got a call from Tim asking if I had anything on that evening as they needed another team member for the gallon gallop in Fishponds. I confirmed I was available and just before ending the phone call he said, oh and another thing, you need to dress as a pirate! But I don’t have an outfit! “Just improvise” was Tim’s advice.

I did improvise and looked crap but what could I do, I set off walking to the meeting place which I think was the Cross Keys, and was half way down Lodge Causeway when it dawned on me that this could well be a typical Blythie wind up to get me to walk into a packed pub looking more of an idiot than normal. However I took some comfort from the drivers travelling up Lodge Causeway all giving me the OK sign……….at least that is what I thought they were doing.

Anyway I got to Fishponds Road and luckily there were 100’s of Pirates. The Gallon Gallop was a treasure hunt and one of the questions related to the price of a picture in the window of an antiques shop next to The Bell in Stapleton. When we got there about 8pm the owner was in the shop collecting something and someone in our group (Alf?) took the opportunity to buy the picture to thwart teams behind us.

After a swift pint in The Bell we went next to The Masons where I did my normal trick of going to the toilet and letting others buy the round. Outside the toilets I was ambushed by a couple of female pirates with water pistols who soaked me. I returned to the bar where Tim was trying to sell the picture to the landlady. I asked him to pass over my pint, he noticed I was wet and asked what happened. I explained how I had been ambushed, at which point the two female pirates who, unbeknown to me, had followed me back to the bar, held up their water pistols to Tim saying “yeah and you’re next”. “You really don’t want to do that” said Tim, “yes we do” they replied squirt squirt.

In a flash Tim picked up the soda siphon that was on the bar next to him and drowned these two poor pirates, gave a few extra warning shots to the rest of the pub then turned straight back to the landlady and without missing a beat said “ my final offer for the painting is £5 and a drink for me and my friends”….. She didn’t buy the painting!

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