Toby Tucker

Hey, Toby Tucker, one of the nicest guys around. We were friends despite our differences in life.

“Upstairs, downstairs,” we used to laugh.

He was a fee earner. I was an expense. He was an asset. I was a liability. Such is corporate law. Despite, all of this, we liked each other immediately.

We met up at work lunches.

We got drunk at EOFY parties.

We ate pies and drank beer together for the celebration for the AFL grand finale.

We danced together at work Xmas parties.

He had that look, that smile, where you’d seemingly be the only person in his world when we conversed. He'd hold my gaze as we talked, always looking back, always a look with interest. Sometimes he'd, practically, buzz with excitement when he was around me, as he liked our chats, as we spoke of interesting things, funny things, all those things. We chatted with ease, he and I, and that is something to remember.

See ya Toby Tucker, with your engaging smile and your interested looks. That endearing laugh of yours and that tasty turn of phrase. I'm sorry you are leaving. Perhaps, in another life time, we might catch up again.

In your new life time, I'm sure you'll meet lots of nice French guys who will tantalise your brain, with conversation and song. Share a lovely baguette, or two, with coffee, and think of me.

Enjoy Paris... because, I'm sure, Paris will be enjoyable in the summer. Autum. Winter. Spring. Be a good lawyer, well, as good as any lawyer gets. (You knew, I'd just have to add that, didn’t you)

There are people we lose along the way, life is just like that. You just have to smile and wave good bye, wish them luck, and be thankful that you have known them at all.

Good bye my friend. Till we meet again.