By James Apps
Bill Anthony, wandering poet, writer, artist, family man who arrived in the UK from India educated in an English school has passed away, his heart and body giving up and leaving us the less for his passing. Sentimental stuff maybe but Bill was a lively, interesting man with a wicked sense of humour, a smile for everybody and a man who cared not only for his family but also for his friends in a warm and loving fashion that touched all of us who knew him.
We will miss him and his unique take on his art, his stories which had a flavour touched, as we once suggested, with a hint of curry. Bill was a Catholic and often sent me e-mails with some wonderful pictures and inspiring thoughts, for which I was grateful. Proud too of the land of his birth he wasted no time in sending me such gems that showed India in all its erratic and eccentric glory, Railway Trains overloaded, beautiful scenes, fantastic parades, comic situations and all sorts of snippets to make me think or to laugh. I thank him for that.
I have known Bill for only seven years or so but it seems as if he was a life long friend and for me he will always be in my memory.
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