The passing of Tommy Cuff and other old friends
A few days ago I was reminiscing about some of the old friends I had had in my youth. By old friends, I mean people who were in their 60s and 70s when I was a teenager. It occurred to me that this would make them all either centenarians or dead. I surmised the latter. This morning I discovered that one of my school headmasters had passed away in April this year. He hadn’t been one of the mentors I’d recalled, but he should have been. Tommy Cuff was a gentleman who loved his rugby, well respected and credited as having played a...
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