Bob Slade memories

Bob Slade

The family of the late Robert Douglas Macmillan Slade (Bobby) would like to thank The Old Boys Society for their help and generosity during this difficult time.

Dawn Slade outside St. Peter's Hospice
Dawn Slade outside St. Peter’s Hospice

£500.00, collected at the funeral, has been donated to St Peters Hospice together with a further £500 raised through sponsored walks by his two step daughters.

Bob Slade Memories

I first met Bob when I started at QEH in 1956.
My first memory was in the “shoehouse place” when we were on opposite sides of a low heavy bench which we got rocking by kicking it backwards and forwards to each other, unfortunately I stopped before he did and the bench landed on my big toe. Bob SladeI remembered Bob for years afterwards every time my toenail fell off!
Despite Bob being a year above me at school we became friends and I particularly remember his great dry sense of humour.
We played in school cricket teams where he was one of our most aggressive fast bowlers and on one occasion when he forgot his whites and I was twelfth man he borrowed mine and for the only time in my school career I wore a boarders uniform.
We went to school camps on Isle of Wight together and had fortnights of laughs.
Bob left school before I did but we got together again when we both played rugby for Old Elizabethans, I played hooker and he was tighthead prop and the late Maurice Tilley was loosehead, both were uncompromising and protected me for years in the great days of Bristol Combination rugby. Bob and Maurice each had wicked senses of humour and I’m certain our success in the front row was largely due to their banter confusing the opposition allowing me to concentrate on hooking the ball.
I have many happy memories of Bob and am deeply saddened he has passed away.
Nigel Coombs

We were taking an O-level exam and had just been told to turn over our question papers and start. After a few moments, with tension rising because there didn’t seem to be a single question you could answer, a voice was heard in the deathly silence. “Straaaange” it said. We all knew it was Bob having exactly the same difficulty we were experiencing. The room erupted with laughter. What a sense of humour, and what a release of tension.
Malcolm Davies