Very sad news that Roy Silvester died, from cancer, two days ago.
You couldn’t fail to have noticed him as he picked his usual way slowly and carefully from Leopold Buildings – a skinny man with a pale face and twinkling forget-me-not blue eyes. And such unforgettable style. Waistcoats, trilbies, old-fashioned grandpa shirts, sharp lacquered cane. And hats, hats, hats – he’d got hundreds, he said happily. He had a talent for finding just the right thing in charity shops.
Stopping and talking to him, in his soft Cornish burr, was always a pleasure – hearing stories of his life as a chef (and what great cakes he devised and baked for Apple Day), getting gardening tips.
He was never well, but with what spirit, courage and grace he tackled his life.
And he brought glamour to Gascoigne.