Terry’s funeral will be at 15.30 on Wednesday 19th January, Kemnal Park Crematorium, A20 Sidcup By-Pass, Chislehurst, BR7 6RR. It will also be on a live webcast on the day in case of any government restrictions or if you cannot attend in person. https://watch.obitus.com/CaqdEw Username: mige3244 Password: 897242
Afterwards at Charlton Park Rugby Club, 60a Broad Walk, Kidbrooke SE3 8NB.
It is with great sadness that we announce that Terry died at 3.30am on Christmas Day. Our thoughts are with Natalie, Phil and the family.
Terry became a regular at the Plume of Feathers, in Park Vista, by Greenwich Park (at the time the club’s base), in the late 1960s and so became part of Charlton Park RFC. He was born in Camberwell, cool and suave to the extent that he would often turn up at the Plume on a Friday night in a three-piece suit with a girl on his arm, but also with a quiet South London intuition of the ways of the world. He had a printing business and a taste in cars – Bernie Taylor was once caught sitting on the bonnet of his brand new Jag and regretted it.
He and Barry Sykes were part of the team that drove the new clubhouse project in 1976. One day he called Barry to tell him he knew of a generator to be had. They set off into Kent in Barry’s Morris Thousand. It wasn’t heavy for a generator, but it was far too heavy for a Morris, the back suspension sank and the headlights elevated into the night sky. Their stories about the escapade became more exaggerated each time they told it.
Terry never played a game of rugby, but he was one of a few go-to guys who could always be relied on to support functions and events and then to set out into the night with a flickering torch to bleed and restart the club generator when it broke down in the middle of a packed evening. When anything was broken, as it was, he would have the answer somewhere – often in the back of his car. He went on all the tours and was able to placate irate hotel management with a bit of charm and a toolbox.
Terry was a fixture of Charlton Park for many years – always there, generous with his time, part of the fabric. He made you laugh, he sang along with Midnight Special, part gentleman, part rogue, he quietly encapsulated the character of the club. Clubs rely on people like Terry who don’t just watch games but do little things, regularly, often unobtrusively, that make things work.
He leaves an empty space.