I was very saddened by the news of Adrian Mitchell's death just before Christmas. I remember meeting him fleetingly back in 1996 when a group of us gravitated to London the summer after graduating. One of our group got the job of house-sitting for one of the Poetry on the Underground group and they very generously turned a blind eye to the fact that quite a few of us spent that summer dropping in and sleeping on the floor. I remember that Kirsteen had a pet rabbit called Banjo and that I met Adrian Mitchell one afternoon as I helped to carry Banjo in his cage through Adrian's house to the garden. I can't remember why now. I rather think that he had kindly agreed to give him lawn space. I remember Adrian being very smiley and completely unpeturbed as we trooped through with this rabbit. He just nodded and smiled for us to carry on as if this was perfectly normal for a Sunday afternoon. A lovely man.
