Janet Planet Price – Katikati, New Zealand
Mungo was sexy! (If he were in his grave, that remark would surely have him spinning!) Sexy in the way that men of towering intellect, aristocratic bearing, devastating wit and a generous heart often are – I bet they don’t acknowledge that in his obituaries anywhere.
As an ex Echo drudge, I have wonderful memories of Mungo’s Friday night visits to the art room when the writers and advertising department had finished for the week and would crack a wine or a beer around the art room table while we drudges physically put the paper together. It was never dull, alive with poignant wise cracks, wisdom and laughter.
Then there were lunches at the Poinciana Cafe, (is that still there?). And the annual St Mungo’s day celebration.
I felt so honoured to get an invite to Mungo and Jenny’s actual home. I felt honoured that the man even knew my name, and when he was encouraging me as I writer I felt beyond blessed. It was like being in the presence of royalty to me. I was always a little awestruck that he was actually very human.
So Mungo, you’ve left quite a legacy and quite a Mungo-sized hole in the universe, I was dead lucky to have had some time with you now and then. Jenny too; You were a formidable team the both of you. Thank you.
Huge love to Jenny and all the Echoites. I can honestly say that being part of the Echo was the best time of my life.