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Philip Mawdsley
Ian Deane
18 de marzo de 1978 - 29 de mayo de 2021
18 de marzo de 1978 - 29 de mayo de 2021
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Marcus
I've been trying to dig out this photo for ages. Typical Ian. Came to work in a dress for some obscure reason from Barking to Dagenham East on the tube, during lockdown - then proceeded to lug kilos of rice, pasta tins of food and boxes for residents shielding in Barking and Dagenham. He was fiercely proud of his contribution to the community that summer and we had many laughs and adventures on our deliveries... and of course many run ins with anyone who got in the way of us getting food to the needy. Will never forget you buddy.
Beany
Ian was a larger than life character who was always the life an soul of the party. From the first day that I met him at university, he had the ability to make people laugh and the stories always brought a smile to your face. We had some great times together and even though I often struggled to understand that strong East London accent, his charismatic personality always show through!! There are too many stories to include in one place, and he definitely lived his life to the full. Whether that be taking on another endurance challenge or telling you how great West Ham are, he achieve a huge amount in his all too short lifetime. He will be missed.
Claire Mawdsley
Ian It’s hard to know where to begin describing Ian. Pretty much every memory I have of Willoughby Hall antics involves Ian - invariably as the instigator. The stories of Ian chucking Dolmio sauce over Mumbles (with pinpoint accuracy and from a great height), of Ian plunging all the hall corridors into darkness after pilfering all the light bulbs, of Ian turning up to hall formals dressed as an old grandma or Cupid in a nappy are all legendary and still make me cry with laughter to this day. Every time the word ‘exactly’ or ‘evidently’ comes into conversation it must be said Ian-style, likewise the farewell greeting ‘see yar ee yah’ which was Ian at his cockney best saying ‘see you later lads’. Ian was someone you’d meet and never forget. Behind all the antics, the interesting beards and the entertainment was a man with a big heart who will be so terribly missed. RIP Ian xx
Andy
It is with disbelief that I hold back the tears as I write these words - we have lost a true legend. Ian was the most fantastic, gregarious, generous and outrageously hilarious fellow whom I met while travelling up the west coast of Australia in 2003. Although we didn't see each other massively often in the intervening years, we always kept in touch and it was an absolute blast when we did, just like old times. I was ecstatically happy he made it to my stag do in Slovakia in 2016. He will be so greatly missed by all of us that we inevitably feel lost without him but his resilient and incredible spirit will never die - that star of his will burn brightly for eternity. We will do exactly what he did on that Marathon des Sables and just carry on. Till we meet again, irreplaceable dear friend. Much love, Andy
Tina Hooper
Mine and Martin’s tribute to Ian that I read at his funeral: I met Ian and Martin in the first week of University on a pub crawl. What better way to meet friends in the first few days away from home? The 3 of us lived in the same Halls of Residence and were on the same Maths course so spent of lot of time together and a very close friendship followed quickly. Ian was the life and soul of the party and a bit of a mischief maker. He was well known by the caretaker and cleaning ladies in Willoughby Hall who often bore the brunt of his pranks, but his loveable and cheeky personality kept him out of too much trouble! Ian loved his family so much and talked about them a lot. His Mum, Dad and sister were his life and it’s not a surprise he ended up living back in Barking to be close to them. He also spoke fondly of his school friends, in particular Chris. Having known Ian for only a few months I felt like I knew his family even though I’d never met them. Ian moved out of Halls in his 2nd year living with Martin, Phil and 3 other friends. This became my second home where I spent lots of time with Ian listening to music, chatting and attempting some homework. Pulp was usually playing on repeat and to this day I can’t listen to “Common People” or “Help the Aged” without thinking of Ian. I remember having a conversation with Ian in our final year at University discussing who we thought we’d keep in touch with once we left Nottingham behind and both saw the friendship between Ian, Martin and myself lasting forever. We were right…the 3 of us remained very close friends and Ian was Best Man at our wedding and Godfather to both of our children. He loved our boys like they were his own and always showered them with generosity, love and lots of cuddles. I think he was secretly pleased he had some kids to play FIFA with when we visited. Everything seems to trigger thoughts about Ian. A TV documentary about Australia….Ian went there. Going for a swim…….Ian did that to the extreme taking part in a channel swim team. Running….again something Ian took further than most running numerous marathons and ultramarathons. The coin collection our boys have…..Ian provided lots of these from his travels around the world. I even found myself thinking about Ian when I saw a snail in the garden the other day after he persuaded me to eat one in a restaurant when we were in Paris after running a marathon together there in 2012. There are too many stories about Ian to share today but Martin and I will treasure our memories of happy times with such an interesting, clever, funny and kind hearted friend. We both feel extremely privileged to have shared the last 25 years of Ian’s life with him and will never ever forget his beaming smile and loving hugs.
Philip Mawdsley
When Ian wanted to conquer some mammoth feat…whether it be running 6 marathons across the Sahara desert, producing an amazing knock out in a white collar boxing match, swimming the English channel….or even playing a prank on the dean of our halls of residence at university by removing and hiding every fluorescent light from inside the building! Once Ian put his mind to it….there was nothing going to stop him! I have always and always will think of him when I am facing something I think I cannot do. I think what would Ian say or do now. There is so much I will miss now Ian is not here anymore. I will miss his constant references to West Ham and classic sit coms from the 70’s and 80s. I will miss his monumentally awful renditions of classic songs like Imagine that will never be the same to me again. I will miss his outrageous trousers and outfits he always wore to our Chequers Cup golf weekends. Most of all I will miss his big hearty laugh and huge grin. I really miss you mate. Xx
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