Yesterday we went to David Double-Barrelled’s memorial service. There were more than five-hundred people and a eulogy whose highlights included an anecdote about when DDB learned to ski in France wearing a Harris tweed blazer and plus fours (his real sporting love was shooting). This was the picture on the back cover of the order of service, and it sums him up so well: the juxtaposition of top hat and pint, face erupted into the smoky, full-throttled laugh I can still hear now. DDB, RIP.
