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Eulogy for Martin Baker<br />
We’ve all known today was coming. Ever since that ominous message three and a half years<br />
ago: The world-stopper, the sledgehammer in the face, when we realised that Martin, our<br />
great friend Martin, was going to die and there was nothing that he or we could do to stop it.<br />
Yet when I met him a few weeks later and we talked about it, I was amazed how matter-offact<br />
he was. As usual, he’d done his homework, he’d listened to what he’d been told, he’d<br />
worked out what he could do and what he couldn’t do and he was just getting on with it.<br />
There was no self-pity. On the contrary, he didn’t want his illness to be our problem but that<br />
was just typical of the man. Whatever you threw at Martin, he sorted it out and got on with<br />
life without any fuss. That he could be like this with his cancer was quite astonishing and<br />
remarkably brave.<br />
Connie recently said that it isn’t a fight against cancer because you can win a fight but you<br />
can’t win against cancer, and of course she was right. A lot of people would have fallen into<br />
a deep depression and gone home and waited to die but not Martin, that wasn’t in his DNA.<br />
Martin didn’t do lost causes. If we were losing 30-0 with five minutes to go, he’d still give<br />
everything he had.<br />
Martin was Secretary of the Old Haberdashers Association for the last 15 years. When I last<br />
saw him, he said that it was this work that kept him going. In fact, the reverse is even more<br />
true: It was his work that kept the Old Haberdashers going.<br />
Martin was a great administrator and networker and he found out that two of the country’s<br />
top oncologists, Nigel Cowan and Nick James, were both Old Haberdashers. He got in<br />
touch, went to see them, got a second opinion, got a third opinion, he discussed the pros<br />
and cons of the various options and alternative treatments. He did try to fight it and of course<br />
he lost but not without trying and at least he put the game into extra time.<br />
I first met Martin at school. He was a few years below me but stood out, not just because of<br />
his red hair, but because he was good at everything – rugby, hockey, cricket, work. Martin<br />
went on to King’s College, London and got involved with college sport. He did however find<br />
time to start playing a few games for the Old Haberdashers and when he left King’s to start<br />
his career with BT, he became a full-time Old Haberdasher, cementing his place in the first<br />
team. Fly Half in the winter, fast bowler in the summer.<br />
When I became Captain of the rugby club, he was the obvious choice as Vice Captain.<br />
When I bought my flat in Ealing and then my house in Brentford, he was the obvious choice<br />
as lodger. They were great times. We had a lot of fun, at times perhaps too much fun, and<br />
it’s always good to think back to all the stupid things we did together and to be honest<br />
carried on doing together.<br />
When I left the UK, our lives remained entwined. He was usher at my wedding, I was Best<br />
Man at his wedding, he was godfather to my daughter and then six years ago, I was Witness<br />
on that wonderful day near here at Cliveden when he married Connie – a marriage that was<br />
to be cut short so tragically.<br />
Martin wasn’t a dynamic leader. He led by example. It was the things he did and little things<br />
he said that influenced us and moved us in the direction he wanted to go.<br />
Similarly, he wasn’t the loud guy down the pub. Having said that, there were a few occasions<br />
when he did get a bit over-excited, when the funmeter went onto red and a shout of<br />
“disgraceful” would boom out, often when the subject of French people or White Van drivers<br />
arose. It was of course all half-hearted because Martin was a very tolerant man. He never