Nick Webb

As it’s now been in a few newspapers and people have started noticing, I figured that my remaining silent here was now rather silly.

My Dad, Nick Webb, died a few weeks ago in hospital.  He hadn’t been ill much beforehand, so it was a bit of a shock, but then, Dad would have hated the idea of it being slow.  You can read proper (and very true) obituaries on the BBC and in the Guardian or Times, but for here, and now, let me say that my Dad was the kindest, most generous father a girl could have wished for.  He loved and was deeply loved, cooked a damn good steak and kidney pie, worried about the curvature of space and put up incredibly wonky curtain rails.  He was also a purveyor of varied and frequently very long jokes, so in this spirit, if anyone wishes to comment on this subject, please leave jokes, the sillier the better, as he would appreciate that thought more than any other.