An old work colleague of mine passed away from Covid a couple of days ago. He was 43 years old. 43. Semi-heavy smoker and BAME. Went to sleep on Tuesday night and didn’t wake up.
He was an absolute gem of a human being, cool as fuck and passionate about film, music, all sorts of things. Always had time for you, whatever you wanted to talk about he would be down for. Wacky as hell too. Used to be in a glam rock band in Sheffield. Made a number of short films. I actually thought we were gonna make a film together one day, we had very similar tastes. Due to the closeness between colleagues at the place where I used to work, it almost feels like a death in the family. He was such a treasured member of staff, the backbone of Curzon Soho in London for nearly 15 years. He will be sorely, sorely missed.
RIP Booth.
My mate, who’s currently at home in Preston, said his neighbour’s husband had just come out of intensive care and said there were loads of young people on the ward, way more than she expected. This new strain is clearly not something to be messed with and I urge everyone to take every precaution necessary to keep themselves safe.