Mark. He had some really stupid bikes. I remember him turning up to a London Pootle™ (he was late because he had to go for some treatment or some other crap excuse) on a fixie. A fixie! Then he got a puncture, and couldn’t fix it because he didn’t have a suitable spanner with him. Lol! What an idiot.
So he picked it up, and walked off towards London Bridge with it under his arm. Because that was Mark. He’d just say ‘it is what it is’, and get on with it. Problem? Deal with it. Done. And that’s how he approached life; obstacles were there simply to be overcome. Didn’t he carry a fridge up Snowdon? Nutcase. It’s always cold up there; you don’t need a fridge. And all because he wanted to get out of painting a shed…
Lots of lovely comments about what a good bloke he was. But in his own words:
“I’m not even that likeable a chap; really! I’m a surly, self-righteous, cocky difficult bastard”
True dat. You wouldn’t want to see him on a bad day. Indeed; we fell out cos our personalities clashed. But being a ‘surly, self-righteous, cocky, difficult bastard’ was what gave Mark his energy to fight, to batter through, to never give up. But all that doesn’t stop you being scared. And for all his surly, self-righteous, cocky, difficult bastardness, he was scared.
“I’m not a legend. Not by any stretch of the imagination.
I’m a fearful coward and a fraud 50% of the time. Please don’t put me on a pedestal; I don’t deserve it. I regularly see my own funeral, pray that it won’t hurt when it comes, and curse others for not realising how lucky they are.”
I mean, he is a legend. there’s no disputing that. But his real bravery came in being able to talk about how scared he was. THAT takes real courage. And for a man so scared, to then go and talk to others, to be so open and honest; remarkable. Amazing. He was in contact with other sufferers around the world, sharing feelings, giving advice, offering support, giving strength. A rock, for so many people. We can’t put Mark on a pedestal; there isn’t a material that’s **** hard enough to make it from.
And through it all, he always, always made it clear just how much the support of his partner, Meg, made to him.
“If it wasn’t for Meg, I’d be nothing. Really.”
What a mensch.
And he’d always make sure others got the credit they deserved, too. One in particular, Crispy Bacon, of this forum, a man very different to Mark, but also an amazing, incredible Human Being. My life has been truly enriched by meeting people like you. Mark brought people together. We dragged our bikes through knee deep mud because of Mark. We woke up in pools of floodwater because of Mark. Some of us suffered utter public humiliation because of Mark.
And we’d do it all again, for you, mate. Because we’re not giving up, are we? Never.
Peace Be Upon You, you glorious bastard.
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