Mr. Adams

Stories of Kev, I have sooooo many, and soooooooo many of them that I hate to repeat without permission, but two stand out, firstly when he and I were together at one of the lesser Nottingham based miniature companies, we were working in an 1890’s hosiery factory. The toilets were a ‘bit’ of a state, and Kevin being a man of clean and tidy habits, moaned to the people in charge that they need to spend £20.00 a week on someone to come in a clean up. Well it didn’t get done… and after few weeks later the whole of the toilet block began to stink, just as the wise-old sculptor had said. The stink got worse and worse until eventually the Bosses had to pay someone to come in and given the place a once over. Turns out our favourite Prankster had hidden a bucket of horse manure in the place to raise the stink a little to bring the matter to the manager's attention.

Secondly, I think the story that illustrates Kev’s strength of character above all others, is the fact that for as long as I have known him (20 years now), Kevin has been volunteering, to run the Coffee bar in the local hospital for the long term mentally ill. Every week, sometimes twice a week, he’d walk through pouring rain or blazing sun-shine, or howling snow-storms to give a few hours of his time to those residents whose only respite from their dulling hospitalisation is a couple of hours with a coffee and a chat to someone outside their direct situation.

So that for me is Kev, as symbolised on the chest of the Twentieth century troll shown here, the Star of Chaos, centred on Yin-Yang on cosmic balance.



50 years old!

Here is to the next 50!

100!

More!

Until his beautiful soul is ready to step off this wheel of life and transcend to the higher places.



pete