
As most of the readers of 440 will be aware David was murdered on Tuesday evening in what appears to be a robbery gone wrong. I would like to offer my warmest sympathies to David’s family and all of his friends at this very difficult and confusing time. I would also like to wish Jane a speedy recovery and hope that she can find the strength to move past this incident which will have been hugely traumatic experience for her.
David was a caring guy, who was liked by all who knew him and I’m sure that everyone who was friends with David are finding this tragic event as difficult to make sense of as I am myself.
David died saving Jane’s life, a selfless act which is not a surprise to those who knew him and an insight into the kind of person David was for those of you who didn’t.
I’ve known David for over two years now, and Ginger Monkey has been my second home from the first day I walked through its doors until now. In the time I have known David, many things have changed in my life; I have gone from being a carefree bachelor to a self-employed husband and father with all the worries that these things bring, but going to the Ginger Monkey for a drink and a chat with friends of whom I’m glad to say David was one has remained a constant amongst the sea of change in my life.
Many of you may have seen the movie Sliding Doors, it’s a story which addresses the subject of how what appears to be a single mundane event of little consequence can change the course of a persons life for the better or worse, in the case of the movie it is whether a woman misses a train that she catches everyday, the movie then goes on to show the chain of events that are the results of both of these possible scenarios. The Ginger Monkey and David were my train and I often wonder if several positive events in my life would have come to pass without their presence which has indirectly changed my life. I previously looked back on such events in my life and those of others with a sense of romance, analyzing the infinite ‘what if’ scenarios of consequence and fate, but yesterdays event reminded me of the sometimes cruel hand fate can deal, I think as of yesterday my romantic association with fate will be replaced by the bitter sweet taste that’s life.
The Ginger Monkey is a hugely popular place with devout regulars and tourists combined, whenever my brother and his young twenty something and single friends were in Phnom Penh; a town with so many vices to distract misguided youth, to my surprise the first place they always wanted to go was the Monkey; a bar which clearly leaves a mark on people. As time goes by I think people will realize that the bar is nothing more than bricks and mortar; the real mark was in fact left by Dave and I’m sure that the mark he left was strong enough to ensure his Monkey’s continuing success.
David was to bar owning what Jeremy Clarkson is to car reviewing and Ray Charles was to soul; you just can’t envisage them doing anything else as they are so accomplished at their trade, it is as if they were designed for this very purpose. Apart from David’s favorite hobbies of pool, drinking, scrabble and breaking his computer he was also one of the most social people I knew with the ability to strike up a conversation with anyone and everyone, with these skills he plied his chosen trade with the skill and finesse of a master. It is such a shame that this terrible event has taken place especially on the back of recent successes such as being listed in the Lonely Planet and winning the Phnom Penh bar of the year award. An award that I think should now be named after him.
As proof to the lasting mark that David leaves on people is an event that took place last year; David was walking along the riverside on an afternoon as he often did, when from the other side of the street he heard someone shout ‘Fidget’, this was David’s school nickname he was given on account of his energetic and restless nature, when he looked he saw a guy who he didn’t recognize, the stranger then crossed the street and introduced himself, it turned out this was a person who had gone to junior school with David and had remembered David so vividly that when he saw him 20 years and several thousand miles later he recognized him with the confidence to scream his name across a crowded Phnom Penh street. I’m sure the memory of David will remain in the memories of all who knew with equal strength for many, many years to come.
Rest in Peace.
The Gov