Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Saturday, 7 December 2019
Christmas card from a dead man
I received this card from Athelny's wife this week. She broke the news that he had died at some point this year. I don't know how and I don't know exactly when, but I do know he was diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease a few years ago.
We were never bosom buddies - I had accused him of stitching me up on an auction in Suffolk (or Sussex, I forget which) - and we/I never quite got over that hump. Glass dealers would sell their own mothers in my experience, and Athelny was new to the game, having retired as a teacher and gone straight into the jaws of the antiques trade. I had been dealing with antique dealers for about 50 years, so I knew how they operate.
Anyway, this was the last Christmas card he designed and photographed. It is an 18th century, plain-stemmed cordial glass - CORDIAL - gedditt?
His poor wife. I really feel for her. Many of my friends and acquaintances are kicking the bucket now. They did warn me that this would happen.