RIP Gav

R.I.P. Gav - 21/9/2011 - Our beloved Gavin Larkin passed away this afternoon at 3.28pm. He was surrounded by his family and the love that he has created. He will never be forgotten for who he was, how he lived and what he has left behind. I know I speak on behalf of all that knew him when I say Gav, thank you for being you. The world is a better place for having had you in it.
The Larkin family would like to thank everybody who has contributed to this blog. The messages have been a constant source of support and wonderful memories that the family will cherish forever. They have been overwhelmed by all the good wishes, lovely words, food & flowers. The community around Gavin, Maryanne, Gus, Josie and Van has been wonderful and made an enormous difference. Thank you to all.

May we suggest, if you would like to offer further support, in lieu of flowers, please make a donation to one of the following nominated causes: RUOK? Day Donations or Cure For Life




Thursday, 28 July 2011

Michael Parnell

Gav , so many great warm and funny moments.
You know, I had been pretty sure I'd played my last game of Rugby many years before, but, somehow found myself at Nth Sydney oval number 2 one day, must have been around 1989 I guess. My memory is slightly hazy as, as happened so often I a knock on the head that day (and that was in just in the dressing room as we did our pre match Roy masters style preparation).
Anyway my hazy memory has me somehow agreeing to a game for, was it Sydney UNI 5th grade. (How did they ever filed a team usually?).
I think I must have been placed in the engine room (out of the way so the stars in the backline could shine), and possibly teamed up with Michael "Rupert" Fagan there to provide some muscle. Mark "Roy" Paul was there somewhere too I think and Aya may have been at breakaway. Stew Cook at half back, and some big bloke at five eighth who kept telling us all what to do (oh that was you). Mike Jeffries in the centres (we needed someone to score tries).
But most amazingly was some guy in who turned up offering to play number 8, with a really old pair of boots. Yes, none other than Baz himself. What a game (I think we even won?)
It's the kind of thing that could only have happened with Larkin's.
Your mate, Judge.
P.S. Aplogies if I didn't remember anything correctly, and particularly if you scored a try and I didn't mention it.


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