R.I.P. Jack White

When I got to work at the pub last night I heard about the sudden and completely unexpected death of Jack White. Jack had been a regular part of the furniture at the Sherwood Oak for many years (probably as long as it has been a pub) and was certainly a real character. Depending on who you talked to he was either a great guy or a cantankerous old bugger, and although there was no doubt that he couldn't walk properly, he had hearing like a bat, and the ability to listen in to every conversation going on in a 500 yard radius. He certainly inspired liking and loathing - sometimes at the same time!

Always up for a laugh, he was happy to join in with the dancing at many of the pub's discos and often requested particular tracks on the jukebox to get the dancing going. Remember Hey Ya! anyone?

It was really weird seeing his last pint still in the fridge where he'd left it from the previous day, and even stranger that he didn't come into the pub by 10pm for that last final drink. It was amazing how many people didn't believe it was true, we all thought it was some sort of trick - nasty for sure, but it had to be a trick didn't it? Well, no it wasn't.

So Jack is gone and no more will we see his buggy at the pub. I'm sure everyone who knew him will have their own remembrances of him. Rest in peace Jack.