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R.I.P Kev

Teynham is a large village between Faversham and Sittingbourne and where I lived for a while with my erstwhile horrible cousin. At the time I lived there, my mate Phil had run the pub  called the Dover Castle Inn,  which was just a few  doors away  . The opposite side of the road towards the edge of the village on the main road lived the Rickwoods. Kevin Rickwood was a self-made plumber, underground piping engineer and other things related to do with the type of hard shitty sewage work many people would not do but it made him a millionaire. He often used to pop in with his coworkers to the Dover Castle, and as a boss,  always gave his coworkers a round of beer.  His pockets were often full of folded money and one night in the pub I saw him drop two hundred smackers out of his jeans pocket, and he had not realised, and I picked it up, gave them back to him and he gave me a £20 note from the fold for my honesty. He often gave Spot (my cousin) a beer and he knew Phil very well, and also Tracey and Zoe next door to us. As for myself, I only knew him a little. He was a very generous person but would not suffer fools gladly or those who took advantage of his generosity. Anyway, a few days ago he is taken ill and rushed to the hospital - which I presume is the one in Canterbury. He had caught this horrible virus and passed away the other day - just 52!



Kev and Kate outside the Dover Castle Inn at the back where the garden is.

Teynham is mourning the loss of this stalwart geezer of the village.

That's me too

Cheers!

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Perhaps not so appropriate after the Kev post but sometimes we do need a laugh in these horrible times --

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