When I first met Hector Korsten in the 1970′s, I thought, “who is this strange fellow?”.
He had a weird accent and talked like someone out of “Oliver Twist”.
“Hello, me old darling!” he would shout as I approached.
For all I knew he could have come from South Africa (which he did).
As a boy he had moved to London working for a Jewish printing company.
It was then my beloved friend and Mentor Victor Milton Potticary warned me about Hector.
“Be alert and watchful, Hector is not one of us you know.”
What the hell did Vic mean by that I thought, and then it dawned on me Hector worked in the Planning Room with Colin Haines.
Say no more!
But, he was one of us, a raconteur of some note and a student of the world of colonial History.
A worldly man who loved the piss and still does.
I admired him for achieving Warrant Officer rank in the (CMF) “Weekend Warriors,” for I know he had suffered many crippling hangovers on Thursday nights whilst in the service of Australia his adopted country.
Hector Korsten is a Great Man and he ranks up there with other Legends of the Guv like Graham “Yank” Hall.