Dear Simon
BBC may
stand for the venerable institution in Britain, where Simon's father worked for
many years. But for me, BBC evokes memories of Bowie, Bond, and Chelsea –
undoubtedly Simon's biggest passions. I had the privilege of working alongside
Simon in the beautiful offices on Avenue Suffren. I remember the strolls in the
Champs de Mars, lunches at neighboring Parisian bistros, and enjoying drinks
and football at the Bowler. Not to forget our lively discussions about US,
Dutch, and British politics, music, and sports.
Together,
we experienced the energy of a Bruce Springsteen concert at Bercy, and I'll
never forget how Simon eloquently captured the essence of the experience in his
"What Would David Bowie Do" blog. Simon had a remarkable gift for
writing; his blog was simply amazing, careful selected topics, well researched
and with his own typical spin. He was a walking encyclopedia on all things
Chelsea, Bond, and Bowie!
Upon
receiving the news of Simon's passing, shock and denial enveloped me. He was a
man of a distinct opinion, well-versed in global affairs, possessed a brilliant
British humor, and was simply delightful to be around.
Dirty old river, must
you keep rolling, flowing into the night
People so busy, make
me feel dizzy, taxi light shines so bright
But I don't, need no
friends
As long as I gaze on
Waterloo Sunset, I am in paradise
Nicole,
though we've never met, Simon's vivid descriptions of his love and devotion to
you made me feel like I knew you. Your time together was far too short, I send
you my deepest condolences and strength during this difficult time.
"Where
are we now" will forever resonate with the memory of a remarkable friend.
Adieu Simon.
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