A wonderful tribute to the man that lived beyond definitions. Thank you to everyone who has posted on this webpage. There are so many stories of Clive, and my stories go back to 1999 – 2005. I was a young Australian studying at the Laban Centre and initially met Clive through contract teaching work at Schools and then always saw him on my subsequent visits to London. He just took me under his wing and we had a blast. His smile was a rare gift and his laugh is replaying for me, as I write.

There are not too many people that challenge convention, dare to poke the normalised and the satirical, and who open their heart and home; thoughts and readings. There were times that my Australian friends and my brother joined me at Clive’s place and we all sat on the bed and shared food and wine. I think I met some of you too at Clive’s place – a museum, a treasure trove and a storeroom of possibility. And…who could forget his darling cat that entered and exited through the upstairs kitchen window.

He travelled to have dinner with me when I was living in Dulwich and again when ‘us Australians’ moved to East London. It was here that Clive loved the fact that the renovated brothel we had unknowingly moved into had bars on the front doors. Somewhere in a box there is a photo of him that I took through the bars because he just couldn’t resist a quick moment of exhibitionism looking like he was going to burst through the steel with his strength.

I am so honoured to have been a guest in his storeroom of possibility.

I’ll cherish the books he gave me, and more over my reciting and reading of some of the works, back then, to my Grandparents here in South Australia. Clive – I cherish the time we had together (our time) and I am so grateful that our paths crossed albeit with our challenges (and horror stories) and triumphs of Relief/Supply Teaching (ie: you were the only teacher who would share teaching 5P at Rosetta Primary with me because no-one else was able to teach the class). Our shared passion of art and life made our intergenerational friendship special beyond words. Love and Light to all those who knew you… I’ll be listening out for your wickedly cheeky laugh when it catches me off guard. My heart is full from our good times….Always xx

That, my friend, is the model of industry. This guy has to be one of my principal heroes in life. Plus he scribbles ribald rhymes in his spare time.

Ah, indeed, you have BRIGHTENED my day and I’m still just slurping the top of Coffee No. 2!