Sebastian Horsley was a friend. He died 10 years ago tomorrow. I found this postcard a few days ago. I had used it as a bookmark, but not in his book: Dandy In The Underworld. Now it’s perhaps a Coda. He was a witty and mischievous soul, I loved him. I still, at times, wish he was playing a prank on us all.
Isn’t this one of those moments when we have to entertain the notion of the dead communicating with us – Gustav Temple (Chap Magazine).
A couple just before the lockdown
A friend died yesterday. His name was Sebastian Perez Cabrera, best know as Chano. He was diagnosed with cancer just a three months ago. I had written about him before. Here http://wp.me/p37Qzz-7D
He used to ring the church bell. Today at 4.00 it will ring for him.
He reminded me of Mick Jones of The Clash. He had never heard of Mick Jones, or The Clash, or anything remotely Punky. He listened to Classical music on a portable radio with one earpiece.
I'd like to leave the last words to John Donne (John Donne ( – 31 March 1631) was an English poet and a 1cleric in the Church of England.) ) (22 January 1572
Sitting stoned staring blankly at yet another shrine I have put together for dead friends. This one is dedicated to Sebastian Horsley. He wasn't everybody's cup of tea, nor would he have wanted to be. Even at his very worst he was far more refreshing to behold than a bag of dried leaves in hot water. One afternoon he crept up the stairs in Meard Street Soho, knocked on my door and gave me this lion's skull as it did not interest him.
He prefered humans