• There's a piece in the Hackney Gazette today. They didn't print our whole thing so here it is in case any ones interested:

    Daniel Frank Cox, 28 was an art-theorist (and bartender), who lived on Lower Clapton Road in Hackney. He loved: Art (Baselitz), art-theory (Deleuze), philosophy (Kant), literature (Kafka, Pynchon), writing (with brackets!), football (Bristol City), music (Joanna Newsom), exercise (fighting off fatness), alcohol (any) and breakfast (with far too much butter).
    Being as heathen and godless as we are, without a concept of Heaven or Hell or everlasting life, I propose this: Live your life with reckless abandon, have expensive tastes that you can't afford, work behind a bar for years to fund a Master's that is never going to make you any money, let girls bite your face, wear your door key on a length of string round your neck, and wherever you are, whatever you are doing, do it with as much enthusiasm, vigor and delight as Dan would have done and it'll be a little bit less like he's gone.

    xxx, xxx, xxx and xxx are some of his closest friends,and a small portion of the people who Dan met, drank with, talked with, rode with, expanded their minds (or girths), and loved. We loved him too.

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