Andrew Addicott

Andrew with the Archive display

Andrew with the Archive display

Andrew passed away last week.

I can’t remember when I first met Andrew – to me he always seemed to have been here. At Christmas he was hard to miss with his disreputable grey jumper interwoven with flashing fairy lights as he moved from one drinking hole to another, frequently making the jumper look as if out of the two of them it was faring better.

The lights weren’t the only thing that twinkled though. He was a devil for a wind up and there would be a sparkle in his eyes then. Always testing, always curious, he frequently surprised me with his early adoption of new technologies which many of his generation would not have attempted to try.

Andrew managed more than his three score and ten, although not the 400 he told me he was aiming for. When asked why he wanted to live so long he said he wanted to see what the world would be like and all of the new inventions that came along. I think he’d have found it apt then that I found out about his death through Twitter – a relatively recent technology.

There are many stories about Andrew, many of which I hope to hear over the coming weeks. Love him or hate him, you couldn’t ignore him and this archive is part of his legacy to the village.

Thank you Andrew, we’ll miss you.

4 Responses to “Andrew Addicott”

  1. 1 Diane Durbin was Hole June 13, 2012 at 8:27 pm

    Thankyou for sharing your pictures with us all. R.I.P Andrew. xx

  2. 2 Sophie Page June 13, 2012 at 10:30 pm

    So sad about Andrew, but at least he is with Dad (Colin Page) now enjoying a pint or two!

  3. 3 Peter Morton April 20, 2013 at 6:37 am

    In the early 1970’s I worked with Andrew in Exeter and usually we would go for a pint or three after work. What a character, I still tell stories, and there are so many of them, to those who want to listen about his antics. They were all harmless but have me in fits of laughter even today. Unfortunately at times I got involved in those antics. But Andrew was popular with most and great fun to be with. I married in 1975 and its was thanks to Andrew that I met my wife to whom I am still married.

    I have lived overseas for many years and currently reside in Dubai where I have been for the last nine years and had lost touch with Andrew. I came across this web site by accident but until today I did not realise that Andrew had sadly passed away last year.

    May he rest in peace. He was a real character in life and I guess wherever he is he will always be the same.

    God Bless you Andrew.

  4. 4 Robert Sampson April 23, 2013 at 2:58 pm

    Andrew was my cousin and I admired him immensely. Seems that when he was born his mum, my aunt Florrie, was unable to produce milk to breast-feed him. My dad had a dairy herd at Holt Farm in those days and took round the cream top of the milk for Andrew every day for the ensuing period until Andrew went on to solid food.
    Andrew would sometimes appear at our place in London in later years, just sort of turn up, you know, just like him. On one occasion he came round with a pal and two girls. Andrew and his pal had ‘picked them up’ in a coffee bar in Weston, I believe, and asked them where they would like to go. They asked to go to Piccadilly Circus. Andrew had an old banger and duly drove to London to show them the lights and, having no other place to crash out, came round to ours. Those who knew him would not be at all surprised by this piece of impromptu adventure. I must have been an 8-yr old or so when he departed from our house to go off to foreign fields serving in the RAF. I can remember him brushing his hair in front of the mirror and how resplendent he looked in his military uniform. The last-but-one occasion I saw him alive we went to the Seymour with my son and his American girlfriend and had a really great time over a few drinks. The landlord came over and presented us with a huge trout to take away, a gesture which impressed me greatly. I’d told the landlord about my grandad, William Sampson, who fell down the steps at the Seymoir and broke his back causing him to be bedridden for the rest of his life. He had the shop in Bath Rd that some of you will remember as ‘Sammy’s’ and had to haul up the papers on a pulley to his bedside so that he could mark them up for the children to deliver. Florrie, Andrew’s mum, was his youngest (of11) child and eventually bore the brunt of the running of that place when her mother died. Wherever Andrew’s soul is now I’m sure it will be makiing things fun there.
    Peter (Morton)…..that was a nice epitaiph you wrote and I can see it all now, down there in Exeter, haha.

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