I was sorry and saddened to hear about the passing of Scott. He was great friend, one of a kind. They broke the mould after him………and thank goodness!
God, he was a wild one!
I first remember meeting Scott when during a class critique of his, and Hugo’s, illustration work, I heard a CLINK! as a empty beer bottle slowly rolled up to the front of the classroom. Then CLINK CLINK CLINK as more empty bottles, slowly, rolled up to the front of the room to stop at my feet. The class suddenly went quiet, wide eyes and hushes everywhere, except for giggling coming from the back of the room. CLINK again, followed by a loud booming laugh as another bottle rolled up to the front of the classroom. That’s when I met Scott and that great Scottish Laugh!
It's his infectious laugh that I will remember most, he was always laughing. Especially with a crazy Scotsman accent when telling jokes, doing toasts, or his “I can’t Quit You” Broke Back Mountain impersonation. Then the time he jokingly lifting his kilt dramatically up high when anyone passed by Table 49….and he wasn’t even wearing one! We laughed so hard, we cried. And over the years we laughed a lot, a great Scottish laugh.
Even English Dave, aka Diamond Dave Fryer, had never met anyone as crazy Scottish as Scott. During a fishing boat trip with Scott and his cousin on the very VERY deep Glenmore reservoir, Dave asked for a life jacket to wear too. Scott gave him two empty 6 packs to use as water wings! They all had a great Scottish laugh about it, well maybe not Dave.
But jokingly reminiscing aside, Scott was my friend, an artist, a close compadre who I will always cherish the memories we shared, and his absence will be greatly felt by myself, and all who knew him.
May we all raise our glass and celebrate Scott with a “Fill Me To The Parting Glass” Toast:
He may have been a crazy Scotsman, a wild and crazy Scotsman, (say in a Scottish accent) But hee waas the moost FAANTASSTIC SSCOOTSMAN I’VE EVER MET! SLANJ-A-VA
