Post by Sid Nuncius Post by Btms Post by Jenny M Benson
Dale Winton's on his last trolley dash.
One of his old boyfriends prevented me from getting back to sleep when I
woke in the night/early hours. He was in bits; trying to broadcast
gossip while folk kept phoning in with their condolences. LBC Radio.
A friend who once spent some time with him at an event said that he was
genuinely a very nice man. I'm sorry he's gone, somehow, even though I
didn't watch his stuff much. He just brought a sort of camp, smiley
lift to life.
I was once in a very slow-moving queue to board a plane and got into
conversation with the man in front of me. He was very funny and we had a
most entertaining chat. He seemed vaguely familiar but I didn't twig
until the stewardess greeted him with "Welcome aboard, Mr Winton." He
bade me farewell very charmingly as he turned left to first class. I
don't remember what was so funny about what he said but I do remember
smiling for a very long time afterwards. Lovely man. Not many people can
spread little bits of joy like that.
Laura (emulate St George for email)