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fleetfootmikeRoy Sims died on Monday.
None of you knew him, I'm sure. He was a stalwart of Peterborough Operatic and Dramatic Society for many many years, and I only really got to know him over the last couple of years, when he was the Society's President and one of my stalwart team of programme sellers for several shows.
He must have been in his seventies, if not older, still carrying off cameo parts with laughter and good humour, still with a wonderful singing voice, and never without a smile and a tale of shows gone by.
I like to think of him as a friend: we often sat next to each other at committee meetings, shared laughs; I remember teasing him as we counted up cash for programmes every night last year "Turn out your pockets, Roy...". This year he was in the show: playing the doddery old Bishop in "Anything Goes" who gets thrown off the ship after about 10 minutes: he did this with as much relish as ever, if a little less clearly than in past years. Age was catching up with him, and I remember thinking to myself during the run that he looked less than well, but I'm certain he was determined, like the trooper he was, to finish the show run.
The show finished last Saturday. He died two days later.
I shall miss him. God Bless, Roy.
None of you knew him, I'm sure. He was a stalwart of Peterborough Operatic and Dramatic Society for many many years, and I only really got to know him over the last couple of years, when he was the Society's President and one of my stalwart team of programme sellers for several shows.
He must have been in his seventies, if not older, still carrying off cameo parts with laughter and good humour, still with a wonderful singing voice, and never without a smile and a tale of shows gone by.
I like to think of him as a friend: we often sat next to each other at committee meetings, shared laughs; I remember teasing him as we counted up cash for programmes every night last year "Turn out your pockets, Roy...". This year he was in the show: playing the doddery old Bishop in "Anything Goes" who gets thrown off the ship after about 10 minutes: he did this with as much relish as ever, if a little less clearly than in past years. Age was catching up with him, and I remember thinking to myself during the run that he looked less than well, but I'm certain he was determined, like the trooper he was, to finish the show run.
The show finished last Saturday. He died two days later.
I shall miss him. God Bless, Roy.
