My great friend Liam Davison (right) would have been 60 today. That’s us, in Vietnam I think.
I don’t want to talk about the senseless loss of life, that took him and his wife Francesca that was MH17, and one day I’ll be ready to write in a lot more detail about Liam and his writing, and what they both meant to me. Liam was an extraordinary person and writer.
Today, I’m just remembering the friend I met at teacher’s college in 1975, who I taught with, wrote with, travelled, socialised, rode and and talked with for nearly forty years.
Recently, Gavin Duffy, the graphics editor of Peninsula Writing, shared some photos he’d re-discovered of Gavin, Liam and myself on the radio set of Radio Port Phillip where we did a weekly radio show on local writing for a while, and also trying to sell our little magazine at a publisher’s event in the mid 1980s. They were fun times, excited about writing and where it all might lead. I love our Peninsula Writing wind-cheaters and that sense that we were doing something fun and important.
I miss him pretty much every day.
Today, I’ll be celebrating his 60th with family and friends
Below: Promoting local writing on Radio Port Phillip. From left: Liam, Debbie Batt, me.
Below: On the Small Publishers stand at a book fair. From left: Liam, unknown, me.
Below: Liam, Gavin Duffy and unknown, Book Fair.