In reply to nbonnett: Long summer evenings in the Bolton quarries,banter, mickey-taking, a plunge in the quarry pools, then down the pub. These were my earliest memories of Tony.Images of him will remain with me for ever: like the New Year at the Old Success in Sennen when he left at about 2.30am, only to reappear minutes later with two tangerines screwed into his eyes, shouting "See you Jimmy." No-one saw the final scene of his Big Night Out at the Last Drop, but it was vividly created from his brilliant rendition of events, which left him at his door, covered in mud, without a key, and the remnants of his best suit hanging from him, still thinking "So far so good" as he shinned up the drainpipe, pulled down the sash window and fell into his bedroom, only to leave most of his trousers caught on the catch. His final comment was priceless:"If only I'd pushed the bottom window up I'd have been alright. I suppose I must have been a bit pissed." As a comic tale of misfortune, it was up there with Gerard Hoffnung's Jamaican Hod Carrier.
The snatched few late September days in Cornwall that Martin Boysen and myself had with Tony and Nigel Bonnet, were amongst the most memorable of my climbing life. Each morning Martin and I listened to them planning how they would entertain the old folks that day, starting with what they would give us for breakfast. Xanadu, West Face, Kafouzalem, Raven Wall, The Vault and America were crammed into three hectic days, punctuated by hilarious nights in the Radgel, with Tony good-naturedly mimicking the locals. He took his climbing and his comedy seriously, but not himself.
A few people you meet in life make the big impression that remains as an indelible positive; for me, Tony was one of them.
Superb climber, brilliant mimic and raconteur. For me you were a truly great man - thanks Tony.
Al Hubbard