At Bill’s funeral, his brother Thomas got up and spoke about how Bill had looked out for him, taken him to parties and shown him how to draw, just as their father had taught Bill. Don’t just draw a tree and a boy and a dog, Bill would say. Draw the boy falling out of a tree and the dog having a poo. Bill was a sharp observer and he paid attention to the theatre of the everyday. He was always open to being amused by even the most mundane skit, filing it away for later. A small encounter was often relayed by Bill with the gravity of Breaking News, like dispatches received from the world outside, just in.

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