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Flemmich Webb
19 de diciembre de 1970 - 28 de octubre de 2020
19 de diciembre de 1970 - 28 de octubre de 2020
The environmentalist and journalist Flemmich Webb was due to get married on his 50th birthday this week. The most charismatic, caring, energetic and adored individual had finally found the love of his life.
Flemmich’s commitment to friends and family was unparalleled but despite many deep and enduring relationships, he had struggled to settle down with a life partner. The love and happiness he had found with Kate Henry and her daughter Eloise had anchored them between the hills of the South Downs and the sea in Brighton.
That security also set the foundations for a remarkable culmination of his passion for conservation and the environment when he worked for Lloyd’s of London and changed key policies concerning the Arctic and was a key player in Lloyd’s first-ever Sustainability Report, released today (17/12)
Whilst Kate ran a successful catering firm from home, Flemmich worked as a senior speechwriter and strategist at Lloyd’s, an organisation he had joined because of its potential to bring change on a global scale.
As an early riser who never wasted a minute of any day, Flemmich spent much of his spare time in the sea - kayaking, surfing and paddleboarding - or in the hills running, cycling and trekking. As his personal life blossomed, so did his professional – and his influence on issues related to climate change.
Flemmich was born in London to Tony and Zara Webb in 1970, the eldest brother to Christian, Saskia and Theo. He grew up near Sevenoaks and attended New Beacon School before winning an academic scholarship to King’s Canterbury where he excelled at sport, academia and honed an extraordinary skill for building a legion of lifelong friendships. He captained the tennis team for two years and starred on many a sporting field.
He went on to study English Literature at Leeds University, where he adeptly combined study and student social life. He was the leading actor in many of the University's theatrical productions, including a memorable Beowulf. He became a committed environmentalist, was a well-recognised and beloved figure on the northern dance scene and continued his many sporting endeavours. Throughout his life, whether playing football, cricket, tennis, golf or just throwing paper into a bin, he was almost implausibly competitive.
He was an ardent supporter of Oxford United FC and all of England’s sports teams, never missing a Lord’s Test once he’d secured his MCC membership.
Flemmich had a gift for friendship, a rare talent for making everyone he met feel welcome and special. Your friend was his friend. Your family, his family. He was the glue that held many friendship groups together, the one they looked to for fun, advice and compassion.
He was best man at six weddings, beloved uncle to seven nephews and one niece and godfather to six children. He had a strong connection to all those children, effortlessly immersing himself in their world by taking the time to understand what sparked their curiosity. He always remembered each anniversary and birthday – and his quirky drawings and poetry ensured his cards were far more personal than anything Hallmark had to offer.
He seemed to operate on an almost ethereal level with his energy, enthusiasm, emotion, and sense of purpose. He made the world better, more welcoming and more exciting. There was always something happening when he was around, and a regular refrain at any gathering was: "when is Flem getting here?" To be with him was to smile, to laugh, to learn. He somehow combined kindness, gentleness and empathy with a rapier wit. His candle burned so bright.
He loved a party and dressing up. His dancing and wide smile meant he was always the centre of attention. But he managed never to be loud or obscene or mean. He simply spread joy. He brought out the best in people - and you wanted to be a better person because of his influence.
He was as engaging a raconteur as he was engaged when listening. But as comfortable and confident as he felt in the world as it was, he also acted on a pressing desire to change it for the better. An advocate against climate change from the early 90s, he eventually came to believe that material change was easier to achieve from within the establishment tent.
After leaving Leeds in 1994 he travelled with friends to Canada, signing up as Wwoofers (Willing Workers On Organic Farms) and experiencing the benefits of ‘The Good Life’ and sustainable living.
When Flemmich returned to England he joined a community theatre co-operative in Dorset, where he honed his skills as a raconteur and actor, travelling the UK and Europe performing ‘Instant Theatre’. His concern for the planet then led him to environmental journalism, writing for the Guardian, Independent, Evening Standard, several local newspapers and editing Environment Business Magazine.
He also worked as a freelance TV reporter and newsreader for LatestTV in Brighton, where his razor sharp wit and clever one-liners were a feature of the bulletins. On moving to Brighton in 2012, he became Chair of Brighton and Hove 10:10 – a not-for-profit that works to reduce carbon emissions - and communications manager for the Brighton Energy Co-operative.
He lectured on fine wine, did voiceovers for CNBC's Responsible Business series and wrote travel, book and film reviews, one of which became part of the GCSE English syllabus.
Flemmich visited some of the wildest and most remote parts of the planet and as a keen trekker and mountaineer ventured to Everest base camp, climbed Mera Peak, Mont Blanc, and trekked across glaciers in three continents. He even devised "hamyacking" with his younger brother Theo, an activity combining wild camping in hammocks with kayaking.
As a keen triathlete, cyclist and marathon runner, he raised tens of thousands for charity, including when swimming across the Hellespoint, the stretch of water separating Asia and Europe.
But it was an expedition to the North Pole in 2009 that influenced him more than any other travel adventure. Preparation lasted over a year and included the bizarre spectacle of Flemmich dragging his own weight in car tyres, strapped with a harness to his waist, around the suburban streets of Brixton every day for months. He experienced an almost spiritual connection to the Arctic landscape and his first-hand encounter with the effects of climate change had a profound effect on the rest of his life.
In 2015, he joined the Corporation of Lloyd’s – the body that facilitates and oversees the Lloyd’s of London insurance market. He wrote speeches for the Chairman, CEO and decision-makers that were thoughtful, elegant, and deceptively uncomplicated. To those friends who had followed and questioned his journey from matted-haired hippiedom to besuited brogue wearing Citydom, he simply said: "this is where real change can happen”.
Colleagues at every level at Lloyd’s took him to their hearts, and over time Flemmich became increasingly involved in developing the environmental, social and governance strategy for Lloyd’s. Recently he argued passionately and convincingly that the Lloyd’s market should take responsible underwriting and investment decisions that made sense both commercially and environmentally, particularly in the area of new Arctic drilling for hydro-carbons. He argued that good insurance modelling surely dictated that this should no longer be underwritten, drawing on his own experience of this pristine environment.
Lloyd’s has this week set out its plans for responsible underwriting and investment in its Sustainability Report, and from 1 January 2022, the company will no longer provide new insurance cover for or make new investments in coal-fired power plants and coal mines, tar or oil sand operations, and Arctic drilling activities.
“This will be a fitting and long-lasting legacy for a deeply respected colleague,” the company said in a statement.
Bruce Carnegie Brown, Chairman of Lloyd’s, added: “Flemmich worked at Lloyd’s for five years and made both a huge contribution to the market and a huge impact on his colleagues with his infectious smile, his unquenchable curiosity to learn new things and meet new people, and his boundless optimism for the future. He is someone who was a joy to work with and is greatly missed by us all.”
Flemmich was about to embark on the next chapter of his life with his beloved Kate and Eloise before collapsing while running on the South Downs above Brighton.
It feels difficult to find anything positive to come from the death at 49 of such an extraordinary person who has given so much and had so much still to offer. Except that all those whose lives he touched are so much better for having had the privilege of knowing Flemmich. He set the bar so high.
For Flem's extended family and friends, losing Flemmich is devastating. The agony that Kate, Eloise, his parents and siblings must feel is unimaginable.
Kate placed Flemmich’s wedding ring on his finger before he passed away. He died on October 28 in Brighton hospital with Kate and his brother Christian by his side.
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Jason C
This has taken a while to come but Flem has been in my dreams quite a lot recently so wanted to put something down. Like a lot of others I met Flem at Leeds… this tall, gangly, dreadlocked guy with a big smile and a care free attitude. He had a magnetic personality that drew me to him, a great turn of phrase and a lack of self-consciousness that was very appealing – particularly as a 20 year old navigating Uni. Our paths crossed at very points afterwards and more when he moved down to Brighton where I live. Busy lives meant didn’t see a huge amount of him but we were beginning to just before he went in to hospital. I stayed at his home with Kate the weekend before and he was so hospitable – I felt like I was in a boutique hotel, with him furnishing me with towels and toiletries, drinks brought to my room and a corking breakfast in the morning. He was so attentive and kind. But it was his ability to make me laugh that will stay with me more than anything – no one has ever made me laugh so hard, ratcheting up the banter and gags until I was at breaking point. Miss you Flem, bless you x
Nick Roberts
I think like many others I am still struggling to come to terms with Flem's passing. And it doesn't become any easier when sporting events necessitate contact. Yesterday's Calcutta Cup was one such occasion; Scotland's famous victory took me back ten years to a typically Edinburgh day at Murrayfield where Flem endured another famous Scottish victory in horizontal rain and hail. Our mutual love of sport, monster trucks, International pool and Mexican wrestling were some of the more unorthodox events, which certainly helped us connect and I was eternally grateful for being his neighbour in 1st year halls at Leeds - except when the dreadlocked heavy metal fan tried burning down the building with joss sticks. Flem certainly stood out and had an incredible ability to connect with just about anyone, and to always make you glad to be in his special company. First appearances can be very deceptive and Flem was the most driven long hair that I've met, underpinned by a high set of values that guaranteed his loyalty and integrity. Although Flem enjoyed a very active social life and was a diligent employee he was always able to make time for me. It is these qualities in Flem that I most cherish. Facing up to mid life crises and associated challenges I frequently called on Flem for support and guidance. Having moved to Brighton a couple of years after Flem took the plunge we would often meet in a local pub where I knew Flem would actively listen and never judge me. Just being in his presence gave me a boost and his fabulous wit was guaranteed to get me laughing. Usually as the fine Sussex ale flowed we would dream up plans for trips into wildernesses or enduance challenges for our injury riven bodies. Flem always possessed supreme levels of enthusiasm when agreeing to an adventure even when he knew he was likley to be far out of his comfort zone. His vertigo was legendary and reduced him to a quivering wreck when climbing and produced some wonderful comedy moments but despite his uneasiness when negotiating heights he kept coming back for more. I certainly enjoyed more trips with Flem than anyone else: from winter climbing in the Scottish mountains, Alps and Mount Cook to kayaking in NW Scotland and New Zealand. Flem excelled at most activities he turned his hand to but most importantly he was game: requiring little persuasion to partner me in mountain marathons and Brompton rides from London to Brighton. Our move to the south coast was inspired by Flem and we got to see a lot of him when living close by and he was a huge hit with our boys, Otis and Brodie. Flem had an uncanny knack of always turning up as the Sunday roast was coming out of the oven and we loved his unannounced presence. Typically he charmed Cath and then wound the boys into a frenzy just before bed time with his energy and wit and they obviously loved him. More recently we saw a little less of Flem but our disappointment was mitigated by our knowledge that he was in a great place, with Kate, Eloise and a stunning family home. Once we got our heads round Flem the City Slicker on the 6am train to London which typically he threw himself into with supreme dedication we appreciated that Flem was both contented and happy after taking his time to find his pathway. Thank you Flem for all the laughs, the adventures, the tears, the inspiration and for listening. I love and miss you so much but now you are up there watching over us and that helps ease the pain a little. Xx
Miranda

This was one of my favourite trips with Flem. Commissioned by Trail magazine to do a story involving bicycles, trains, camping and the climbing of two peaks in the Cairngorms, he invited me to join him along with photographer Matt. At the last minute, his loan of a fancy mountain bike fell through and he was forced to hire a heavy, klunky mountain bike with one broken pedal from a tourist bicycle hire in central London. In true Flemmich fashion, with his legs bent inelegantly to meet the pedals, he soldiered, braving the driving rain and windy conditions, with a smile and a joke and lots of laughter. It was a lot of fun, and he treated me like a queen, putting up the tent, making the dinner and pouring the wine! The perfect companion. Miss his humour, spirit, sense of fun, brilliantly sharp wit, generosity and gentle presence. Miss him a lot. xxx
Amy

Among many nicknames for himself, Flem sometimes referred to himself as the milk bottle, bemoaning the fact that he could only ever get a t-shirt tan and would remain milky white otherwise, despite his best tanning efforts. I never really believed this until we went to Corsica, an amazing trip which took in part of the GR20, scuba diving etc. We bought snorkels to extend the scuba experience and one day, I was snorkelling whilst Flem was desperately trying to tan, and I found a mimic octopus. Mindblowing to watch it changing texture and colour as it scaled different surfaces. I swam back to call Flem into the water and we both dived under with the octopus. As Flem swam closer, the octopus kept very still, then turned itself perfectly white and smooth.
Miranda

Flem loved his maps...
Saj Sabur
The first time I met Flem, like many of us, was at University. Though when I say met Flem, I actually mean when I first saw him and his massive head of dreadlocked hair bound across campus. He immediately made an impression on me and though it seems strange now (and contrary to some of the other thoughts on here) but I honestly thought he was one of the coolest guys an 18 year old from Watford could meet - in fact I was slightly intimidated. He was really really cool. He was tall, confident in himself, quick witted, funny, awkward, would give anyone and everyone his time and would start moving and dancing at a drop of a hat. I’d just met a genuinely lovely guy who was always surrounded by people who loved him. He got even cooler once I discovered he was descended from Viking royalty. I got to know Flem better after University when he lived in London and where we regularly frequented the nightlife in order to test each others moves on both the fairer sex (atrocious) and on the dance floor (majestic). Our dance moves and meeting anyone new were of course completely incompatible but boy did we have fun squaring off and challenging each other to ‘dance offs’ all through the night. Flem had so much energy and all of it positive - he kept me on my toes as I tried to keep up. Though I did once find him, in a Brixton club, asleep inside a speaker at 4am. I dragged him home celebrating one of my few victories. Yes! Ahh those were the days. Flem had this amazing knack of always making you feel young. Whenever I met him, I felt like that teenager in Leeds - messing and joking around as we had done for the past 30 years - its only when we parted that I’d put the years back on again. It was all that positive energy he had, and no matter the circumstances, he never lost it. Flem championed what we all now realise as the most important of issues facing us all. Before it was cool. Flem never stopped making me think, question, engage - environment, politics, Swazi land rights, Oxford United, and even fashion - and laugh. His passion for all of it was infectious. I have so many fond memories of time with Flem, evenings in the pub, weekends away, holidays abroad, stags, weddings (including mine where we break ‘danced off’ to each other in our morning suits to the dumbstruck crowd) but as I cast my mind back through all those memories, I can’t remember a moment when I got angry or annoyed with him. Not really, never. All I can remember is the fun we had. Flem was my friend. I miss you cool Flem x
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