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sticky1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909077720205636496.post-75237272666792657252007-08-06T02:49:00.000-07:002008-11-13T14:37:28.461-08:00

Steven was a couple of years above me at Oakbank School and although it was probably 15 or so years the last time I saw him, there are lots of memories, particularly working on various school concerts and shows where I can still hear him playing the hilarious part of an Italian mafiosi in "The Oakey Coakey Club". He was a brilliantly funny chap,and I'm proud to say that I was at the Double Six

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Couldn't post on the blog so thought I'd bob it down on here. The reason I came across this page was because I was gonna look steven up having not seen him since school days. Although I haven't seen steven for what must be the best part of 15 years I'm really sad to hear of his death. I remember going to watch steven G and Stephen T at the double six. I still find 'kevin is very dull' bouncing

sticky1noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909077720205636496.post-61065899672028501582007-06-26T05:20:00.001-07:002008-11-13T14:37:29.957-08:00

I've dug out a few more old photos. There are three of the eclipse on Brighton Beach August 1999, one from the millennium NYE and one of my favorite photos (taken from my fire escape) of a funny night in 2000 where we all got very drunk on Vodka and trashed my flat. A lot of laughing happened in those two years and Steven became a close friend to me and to Ed as well. There was obviously more to

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01532510487607950067noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909077720205636496.post-29201212411404645102007-06-23T03:37:00.000-07:002007-06-23T03:38:51.203-07:00

Steven's funeral is next Thursday, 28th June, at 12.00 noon at Perry Barr Crematorium in Birmingham.

sticky1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909077720205636496.post-71181273615776427012007-06-21T00:10:00.000-07:002008-11-13T14:37:30.381-08:00

I remember at University when John first said his friend Steven was going to come and stay with him and Anneliese. Rachel, Anne-Fay and I were really excited about meeting him. He was a very welcome addition to our student family and we knew he'd be someone special because he was John's friend.Brighton has the happiest memories for me, partly because of nostalgia and being students but also

John Greenwoodnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909077720205636496.post-41436488851255682162007-06-14T03:33:00.000-07:002007-06-14T03:34:43.319-07:00

I only lived with Steven for 6 months and worked with him for a little over a year and a half, but during that time he made a lasting mark. He did things, as everyone will know, that made you look - often agog at his outlandish comments or actions. On one occassion he wore a t-shirt with the word "Satan' in a christian fish purely to annoy the catholic woman in his team at work.Another time when

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When I found this blog, I tried really hard to remember some kind of funny story about Steven that would jibe with everyone's witty and light-hearted remembrances. But I am disappointed to say I can't remember a single one of Steven's jokes, although they were many and cruel (I laughed out loud at his hilarious reaction, as recounted by Nicola below, to a meeting about sanctions on Iraq). What I

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I posted a Bukowski poem on my blog yesterday for Steven and just got this comment:"Hello. The beginning of this post was a sad way to begin the day. I'm sorry for your loss. But the Bukowski poem is electrifying. I read a couple of the great man's books a while ago and now I want to rediscover his work. Thanks to you, and your friend, I read something amazing before 9am on a Friday morning."

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sticky1noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909077720205636496.post-48456260544383704002007-06-07T11:44:00.001-07:002008-11-13T14:37:31.158-08:00

It’s going to be hard to write something for Steven that people won’t find offensive. Most of the time I was with him was spent mocking the (slightly) less fortunate. It was a lot of fun…This was edited slightly so it doesn't really make much sense so thought i should add that Steven asked me to make a top for him with something very offensive written on it. He wore it under his work clothes so

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01532510487607950067noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909077720205636496.post-85447353458098869152007-06-07T11:31:00.000-07:002007-06-08T14:18:12.836-07:00

When we were at Oakbank School aged about 14 or 15, it was decided to hold a mock general election to coincide with the real General Election taking place that year. We immediately decided that I should stand as a candidate for the Communist party. Steven was my election agent. We were weak on Marxist doctrine, but good at designing election posters, which were immediately ripped down by our

John Greenwoodnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909077720205636496.post-57025671314702355132007-06-07T05:32:00.000-07:002008-11-13T14:37:31.331-08:00

I first met Steven (12 years ago?) at the house that Nicola, Nick, Sam and John shared in Hanover. He arrived with Anne Fay and they immediately demonstrated their new trick where Steven would lie on the floor and Anne Fay would stand on his stomach. I thought he was weird.I saw Steven most when he lived in Roundhill Crescent. I remember drinking, talking, laughing, reading comics, watching

Dorianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09879548712674722236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909077720205636496.post-32240350134537362492007-06-07T03:01:00.000-07:002008-11-13T14:37:31.464-08:00

The main thing I remember about Steven is laughing with him. This seems to be a common theme in the messages written here and Steven was certainly one of the funniest people I've met.I knew him from his time in Brighton, first meeting him, I think, at a pub quiz at the London Unity and look back with fond memories of crying with laughter at his jokes, which were often offensive but always

sticky1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909077720205636496.post-52297356052169793322007-06-06T16:55:00.000-07:002008-11-13T14:37:31.668-08:00

I haven’t seen Steven for about 5 years but I regularly remember things about him that make me smile.He did the funniest Frank Butcher impression I’ve ever seen.He used to buy a can of diet coke from the same newsagent every morning and grin each time the Indian woman behind the counter called out the price, “45”, because she sounded just like the guy on the Cornershop record, Brim Full of

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01532510487607950067noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909077720205636496.post-42910020024400769532007-06-06T15:55:00.000-07:002008-11-13T14:37:31.845-08:00

I first met Steven when I was either four or five years old, in Miss Shoesmith's class at Lees Primary School. He had a bit of a mullet, and there was some controversy over whether he was a boy or a girl. By the time we were in the top class, aged 9, we were best friends. We spent a lot of time collaborating on vast drawings populated by thousands of stickmen. Together with a third boy called

John Greenwoodnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909077720205636496.post-91111104887481127712007-06-06T02:53:00.000-07:002007-06-08T04:28:12.413-07:00

I only knew Steven a little bit before I moved in with him, Sam, Anne Fay, John and Rachel in the big old children’s home we rented in Hollingbury.He and John took me to the dodgy Hobgoblin pub and the even dodgier Wagon and Horses on my first night out in Brighton. He laughed along with John after I put my hand in a load of gob when I placed my pint on a shelf – it was too high up to see what

sticky1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909077720205636496.post-85284538923435155322007-06-05T05:14:00.000-07:002008-11-13T14:37:32.152-08:00

What I remember:Steven asking me to get engaged to him 'cos it'll be a laugh' and then realising he was serious.Steven telling me when we together re. Kylie Minogue 'I wouldn't crawl over her to get to you'.Steven supporting me through my MA and my mother's illnesses.Steven saying 'this is what i think of this' in the middle of watching I, Claudius and then farting.Mr Brown, Mr White, the

sticky1noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909077720205636496.post-35458932673650056752007-06-05T05:07:00.001-07:002008-11-13T14:37:32.390-08:00

I can’t quite remember when I first met Steven Gilligan. It might have been at the school library, where I soon joined him, John Greenwood and Sam Dixon as a student librarian. It might have been after someone suggested I look in on a writers’ group (made up mainly of the same people) that was meeting at lunchtimes. Or I might just have met him in the hall at lunchtime one day. However it

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