Barney Rubble

Today we had the ceremony to celebrate Barney's life. Peter organized it and spent a great deal of time on little details like name tags with pictures of Barney Rubble on them.

There were two ceremonies. One was high Anglican celebrated by Barney's childhood friend Ralph, from Montreal. He is an Anglican priest and had access to a church in the East End. It was like an overturned boat. It was at Saint David's of Wales (Whales more like it.)

The ceremony started on time even though Barney's family were not yet in the church. Punctual...those Anglicans. It was a traditional ceremony and very Christian. Formal like Barney. LouLou came to be with Eric and for Barney. We came to be with Eric and Lou Lou and the rest of us.

Later we piled into the Waldorf Hotel for a wake. Everyone was supposed to wear what they wore in 1968. My Tim found his Djellaba from his trip to Morrocco. I found my love beads and head scarves. We each brought pictures from 1968. Barney had white blonde hair and was a honey from his high school with no trace of Michael Caine yet.. Tim looked like the kid on that seventies show. LouLou like a go-go dancer , Peter had hair to his bum and so did I. Many of Barney's friends and work partners weren't born until the seventies or eighties. So we drew seperate pictures of egg and sperms for them. There were pin wheels, light sticks and sixties music and a shrine to Barney with his waiters uniform and even his laundry soap.

I loved Barney and now he is gone!