Very sad news this afternoon that Bob Jones has passed away.
It's not altogether a surprise – he was getting on in age, and he had been feeling unwell and slowing down for at least a couple of years.
But still, it is the passing of a great, colourful, larger than life character.
I can’t remember when I first met Bob, but I've known him for close to twenty years.
He was actually the first person I saw at my wedding on my wedding day... because he was leaving.
I was late —which frankly is a bride’s prerogative— but he was so cross at how late I was that he stormed out of the wedding, bumped into me outside, fortunately turned around and went back in.
And then afterwards, he gave me a rundown of the things he enjoyed and didn't enjoy about the wedding, inducing: could’ve kept the champagne and canapes going for longer and could've skipped the dinner.
He gave some pretty unusual life advice.
When I was pregnant with my son, we had dinner with Bob one night and he spent a long time telling me that my son would wear me out because boys are energetic, and that if I had a girl next I would probably think there was something wrong with her, and might want to take her to the doctor but there would be nothing wrong with her – boys are just more energetic than girls.
He was right of course.
Not everyone loves Bob. I know that. He was a polarising character, but he had something that many of us could learn from, and that was a wicked sense of humour.
He laughed a lot. He played pranks. He enjoyed mocking things he didn’t like.
He was incredibly wealthy, but not pretentious – e grew up in a state house in Naenae after all.
And he was very clever. Read anything he’s written – you’ll wish you could write like him.
I count myself lucky to have known Bob Jones.
He's one of those characters we seemed to have had a lot of in the 70s and 80s but don't seem to make nowadays.
As someone else said today: New Zealand is duller without him.
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