Bill died too Young

Really sad news last night, someone else died too Young, ironically his name was Bill Young. He loved life and lived it to the full, traveling the world and making the most of every day, posing, messing around and generally being great fun to be around by all accounts. This is definitely my memories of him. I particularly remember a party at his house and a surprise birthday cake for me, bbq in the garden, messing around and the sudden realisation that the neighbours had recorded us being twits and were playing it back. The last communication I had with him was to send a photo of watersports at Felixstowe Ferry and the hope he might come up, but sadly not.



He died on Tuesday at Combe Gibbet in a paragliding accident, probably with a smile on his face.

Life is short, seize the moment, you don't know how many more moments there may be. Bill, you were an inspiration to us all and my thoughts are also of your family and what a large whole your loss must leave. One of his many friends put this video together, sums him up well.

Love to you Bill xxx

Let Peace Be Your Friend Tonight

Verse 1
There are red days, there are blue days
But, always there are grey days
There are good days, there are bad days
But, always there are sad days
There were my days, there were our days,
But, now there are only grey, sad, lonely days

Chorus
Like the change in the weather, when the sun won’t shine
Like the loss of your appetite and no more red wine
There will always be hope and a dream of times to come
There will always be a story and a cloak to hold you tight
Let tears wash away your pain and peace be your friend tonight

Verse 2
No money in the metre, the summer’s day so cold
Friendships held so dear are now passed and old
Rain upon the window, today no sun will shine
Boxes packed and our treasures stolen away
These clouds won’t hold a silver lining, come what may
With clothes all gone, empty cupboards echo your pain

Chorus
Like the change in the weather, when the sun won’t shine
Like the loss of your appetite and no more red wine
There will always be hope and a dream of times to come
There will always be a story and a cloak to hold you tight
Let tears wash away your pain and peace be your friend tonight

Verse 3
Whales echo your song beneath the beckoning waves
Foxes bark their mournful call across the moon’s haze
Alone in the depth of dark, no warmth beside you tonight
Did you ever share those moments or was it all in your head?
Will life ever hold any hope or only dread?
Tears sob your pain, there is no peace tonight

Chorus
Like the change in the weather, when the sun won’t shine
Like the loss of your appetite and no more red wine
There will always be hope and a dream of times to come
There will always be a story and a cloak to hold you tight
Let tears wash away your pain and peace be your friend tonight

Louise H Todd

Ooh string! - The Web we Weave

Went into uni today with Audit Chaos and took in my box of essentials. Emily showed me where she has been encamped recently on the second floor and I set-up camp next to her. Comfy chair, table placed at a jaunty angle, lid off box . . . let the games begin!

I am of course wearing my Stop Mental Health Stigma wristband from Charity www.sane.org.uk



I started by simply putting up a couple of posters relevant to Black Dog:


Having already planned to put up some sort of sign for Level 5, I decided to break open my box of alphabet stamps for their first use:


I had a rummage through my box and found my string, quickly followed by a moment . . . this is what happens when you set two Fine Art students loose in a studio with a ball of string!


This is all well and good, but how do you get back in and obviously out again?!

Slightly embarrassing when interviewees were shown around the studios whilst we were ensconced inside, oh well.