I would like to inform you that it has been exactly one year today that one of the lights in coping went out. I am of course referring to loony boy who died in a car crash in march 2000.
This devastated the copers who loved his sense of humour.
His love of blur was an obsession and We all repect that. Some of you may remember his last post on the topic about depeche mode saying he only liked barrel of a gun.
We loved the way in the ongoing story that he mentioned alex "strictly for your amusement" james.
Coping was never the same

Martin "loony boy" poole
1982--2000

By Toby on Friday, March 9, 2001 - 12:58 pm:

I don't know why he spelled his last name entirely in lowercase (poole?), and I haven't been here a year yet so I never had the pleasure, but still, I raise my beer and say "Wish I'd have known ya" and ask "Does Blur sound even better in the afterlife?"

By Lucky on Friday, March 9, 2001 - 02:17 pm:

Damn, that means I've had that 'SOW FARNY ROLLIE' phrase stuck in my head for so long it's on the borders or Creepiness. This is all your fault Joe.

By nathallie on Friday, March 9, 2001 - 08:36 pm:

argh. i'm to write an article on britpop by sunday for my friend's newspaper for some competition... help me out, help me out! (it's mainly about its death and why it never really caught on in north america). so please, it would be ever so appreciated if you can help me define what britpop was, why it was important, the current state of music, interesting facts, etc. (even after sunday, any insight you have to impart will be a life saver.)
thank you so much!
(and have a great day)
love, nat.

By bad driver on Monday, March 19, 2001 - 11:00 pm:

I phoned into th'radio station and dedicated Tender to that loony boy mon

ooh arr

rest in peace my young friend

By Hot, Fresh Soup on Tuesday, March 20, 2001 - 03:41 pm:

I never knew the loony one, but I know all too well what it is like to lose somebody to the grim reaper ~ and no, I'm not being remotely facetious. I was thinking that possibly the worst way to lose somebody is SUDDENLY, in unexpected circumstances, but thinking it over, I realise that this is not true at all. Death effects us all differently, regardless of who, when or how it happens. After a time, if you loved the person very dearly, you can remember things about them without feeling so much pain but rather a yearning, a tenderness, something like wistful melancholy. Just as easily, you can remember the funny, amusing, kind and clever things that person said or did without wincing that he or she had to die ~ hopefully, Mr Loony's loved one's will one day be able to do this, if they can't already.
That said, I'll ruin these sincere sentiments with a remark which may sound nasty, but Miss Nat...does your article on Britpop for your friend's newspaper have any relevance to Loony Boy's death?

By th_lukas on Tuesday, March 20, 2001 - 07:14 pm:

One of my most distressing expiriences in life was as a paper boy. As I delivered the first paper on a Monday morning I spotted a picture of a school friend on the front page. It was only after about half the papers were delivered when I read the caption, then unfolded the paper to read the story, then discovered that he had been stabbed to death on the Saturday night.

Not the best way to find out someone has died. I think it was worse for my brother as I only knew the deceased through my twin, he was his best friend at school. And I knew he was finding out about his death in the same way that I was.

By Roberto Eguanio on Wednesday, April 18, 2001 - 11:19 pm:

Phew, ah well....umm....
Anyone fancy a pint?