Did you know, it’s 28 years today since the Financial Times killed one of Britain’s finest poets? They didn’t mean to. It’s just that Gavin Ewart was 79, and they bought him a lunch that involved enough booze to fell an ox

He died happy huh

He had a lovely lovely time though

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Odd this day

Did you know, it’s 28 years to the day that the Financial Times killed one of Britain’s finest poets? They didn’t mean to. It’s just that Gavin Ewart was 79, and the day before they’d bought...

The old Dylan Thomas routine.

This is extraordinary!

I like the idea that the expense account would cover loads of private club-priced Negronis, but not third party taxis, so Gav had to get the bus.

Dude went out on top. Lived like a poet died like a poet

🤣

I do love Lunch with the FT.

Full marks to Mrs Ewart for death announcement aplomb