David Fuller

David was the second longest-standing, regular member of our group, having joined in 2006. He had moved from London, where he had worked as a designed but found difficulty in getting relevant work here because automated online application forms require a degree before one can complete ad David’s good reputation was based on his portfolio.

We used to meet in a pub on the centre but, when this closed, he offered us the use of his beautiful flat nearby. For the next six years, that was our home.

The book group was very important to him, especially since his job wasn’t very fulfilling. “It pays the bills.” He said. He spent his lunchtimes reading the books we were to discuss.

He was a gracious host. I once spilt red wine on his white sofa. Whatever he felt inwardly, he told me not to worry – houses were meant to be lived in.

David designed our poster and book marks. David used to turn up at Pride and other events to disseminate the bookmarks whilst covered in a sandwich-board displaying the poster, front and back.

David was a perfectionist. Although it was ‘no trouble to host our meetings, I am pretty sure he spent a lot of time preparing for us… When numbers grew and I suggested that people should RSVP on a first-reply-first-seat basis, he said that he didn’t want to turn anyone away and that he could squeeze ever more people in. When likely top be late, he trekked across town to give me his spare key so that I could let people in. When visiting somewhere new, he tended to check out the journey by bus the day before so as not to be late.

David Fuller He has fond memories of his family’s Baptist Church in Balham where he’d been a member of the Boys Brigade and enjoyed ‘camping and dressing up.’  Not so happy were his school days. Instead of going to the local Grammar School with his friends, he was sent to the prestigious Alleyn’s School. His unhappiness there might account for his leaving at age 15 and not going to uni., something that dogged him later in life. He fell on his feet through a string of coincidences, being in the right place at the right time and getting to do the design job that he loved.

A few months before his death, David retired and moved to a delightful flat in Cliftonwood overlooking South Bristol as far as Dundry; a view which sustained him during his last days.

Our group was very good at visiting him, right up to the evening before he died. We were very impressed with the care given by St. Peter’s Hospice.

Members of our group commented thus on David: “always enjoyed his company.”

He provided “a ‘Friendly’ safe space”, “a lovely home and [was] an attentive host”

“I have much enjoyed his contribution, his humour and his insight.”

“David usually had a strong opinion on the book”

“his energy, his enthusiasm, his knowledge and his warmth and friendship…..The thing that I will remember most is his ability to always have something interesting and constructive to say about a book, even when criticizing it. If discussion flagged on a particular book, we could rely on David to always have something incisive to say, which stimulated more discussion. He leaves a big gap in our Group.”

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