Yesterday (Wednesday 3rd July 2013) was a doubly sad day.
In the early evening my neighbour, script writer, playwright (Andrew James) Snoo Wilson died suddenly of what was believed to be a massive heart attack. He was 65.
Only a few hours earlier he had helped me get my beloved Alsatian, 'Pepper', to the vets to end her long and happy life on the beach.
Snoo leaves a wife, Ann and three grown up children to whom I send much heartfelt sympathy.
Much has been written about Snoo and no doubt, with his passing, much more will follow. He was a wordsmith extraordinaire, deeply devoted and dedicated to his craft. The comment below from Simon Callow sums up the extremes of Snoo's persona. On the one hand a creative 'deep' writer but also someone with a sense of humour and zest for life. He was a family man and thoroughly enjoyed his daily walks on the beach with wife Ann and dog 'Freda'
Snoo will be missed by many including my daughter Tilly who only hours before had mourned the loss of Pepper, with whom she had shared eleven of her 13 years. To then learn of Snoo's passing was a double tragedy. She had become a 'favourite' of Snoo's and she was immensely fond of him. She appeared in his film 'Eichmann' and he had written a part for her in a proposed satirical play (on Tony Blair) called 'Kingdom Come'. Alas not to see the light of day.
A sad loss to many. Farewell Snoo
The following is a quote from an article in the Guardian Newspaper a few years ago by the respected actor Simon Callow. Apologies for not getting permission to reprint this but it does seem to succinctly sum up the man that was Snoo Wilson:-
'I met Snoo at rehearsal and was a bit intimidated by him, to be honest. He's a very striking-looking man and at the time his hair was green, or red and green, and he was obviously powerfully intelligent and seemed to be full of inner preoccupations. He would be quoting from Babylonian mythology, and the works of Marx and Jane Austen, and making silly music- hall jokes'.