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Not a cult really. But a collection of memories and tributes about Steve Manderscheid.

February 29, 2004

Tribute from Jon Knight 

Steve had a passion for so many things in life. Music to travelling from films to sport. Having such a wide variety of interests Steve was a hugely popular character. Steve was also one of the most nicest people I have ever met. He was kind, generous, courageous and so, so funny.

Steve’s enthusiasm of sport was immense. I learnt so much from Steve when he spoke of his favourite teams and his love of the Tour de France.

I have so many wonderful memories of Steve. Our epic tennis matches over the summers, going with Steve and the lads to the legendary holidays of Bexhill, Newquay and Playa Del Ingles and of course the countless times his great sense of humour would have me in fits of laughter.

February 21, 2004

Courage & cholesterol 

There wasn't a day - often not even an hour! - which would pass without him making some off-the-cuff remark leaving me laughing out loud and you can't help but warm to someone like Steve, who lifts the gloom wherever they go. But he was no mere `court jester,' he was so much more than that....

....when Steve spoke on a subject which interested him - football, music, cycling, foreign travel, whatever - he did so with so with such knowledge and passion it demanded your attention and I always knew a chat with Steve would be a lively one to enjoy. For example, there can be very few people still left in any doubt that The Spice Girls really should be brought to trial for their crimes against music, once Steve had put them straight!!!!

But of all Steve's qualities, what I admired most was how much he genuinely cared for people. For not only was Steve a good talker, he was also a good listener (which, of course, made him a good journalist) and if Steve regarded you as his friend, you just knew that if you ever needed his help or support he would give it, no questions asked.

When his own troubles began - which he faced throughout with a courage and dignity I have not seen in anyone before - he could have been forgiven for thinking only of himself. But did he? No, of course not, he just wasn't made that way. There were many occasions in hospital and also on the night of his fundraiser that the first thing he asked after was mine and Priti's health!

I guess if we're lucky we meet a few good people along the way, luckier still if they become good friends. And if we're REALLY lucky, we're friends with one of the best. I know I'm one of the REALLY lucky ones who got to become Steve's friend.

Another post...

Like any other footy fan, I'm a terrible creature of habit. `Stage 1' of my pre-match ritual has long been a high-cholesterol pig-out at McDonald's (well, you need the extra energy to last the full 90 mins!) and it was something Steve picked up on very quickly - so I think I'd better explain!

McDonald's in Fleet Street has a large glass front, but even if you're lucky enough to grab a seat at the `window table,' the big advertising posters usually mean you can't quite see all that's going on outside - until it's too late!.....

...I will never forget the first time I sat there stuffing my big fat face when, out of the corner of my eye, I sensed something wasn't quite right - for there was a particularly manic Steve outside doing `star jumps' the length of the window, back and forth, back and forth, until he'd got my attention.

One minute I'm quietly sitting in my own little world, wondering how we'll ever replace Ian Wright, the next I'm half-chortling half-choking very loudly on my quarter-pounder-with-cheese - while the other customers (who may not have spotted Steve's `exercise routine') are now convinced there's a nutter (with very bad table manners!) in their midst...

.....Of course, Steve being Steve, he was well-chuffed with the results and, knowing whenever Arsenal were at home mid-week, he knew where he'd find me soon after work - He never caught me again quite as spectacularly as the first time, but his `star-jumps' outside McDonald's became as much a part of my pre-match routine as the burgers I was eating!

Like I said to you before, I still can't help but smile whenever I think of him - and I shall be thinking of Steve again in about half an hour, when I'm sat once more at McDonald's' window, keeping an eye out for the cheeky `star-jumper' just in case he tries to catch me out again!

Sent by Rob from DCT

February 19, 2004

Rare duds 

I first met Steve when we started Secondary School together. He even managed to do that with a quirk, missing the first few days because of a bout of chicken pox. I'm not sure whether or not Steve really enjoyed school. He always said that he didn't, but he always had a smile on his face and I'm sure that his secret plot to have one of the teachers "bumped off" wasn't as serious as he made it out to be. Steve was always quite competitive, which was irritating if only because he was actually quite good at most things and, since his competitive streak was infectious, it was easy to become frustrated when you lost out. It still rankles me that he achieved similar GCSE grades to me but didn't have to work nearly as hard as I did to get them!

Steve took his grades and ran at the end of the fifth year, straight into a job he always enjoyed and working with people he loved and became very close to, and it wasn't long before I too was joining him on the daily commute to London. Always too polite to tell me, I think my presence was slightly annoying to Steve who had previously had half an hour of sleep to look forward to each way. Every day on the return journey home I would board the train and sit next to Steve who had got on at an earlier stop. Steve would have his eyes closed and a set of earphones in. I used to sit and read. I knew he wasn't really asleep of course, just pretending to be in order to put people off disturbing him!. I valued that time and it was during this period that we became closest I think. Our first trip away was planned in the five minute gap between Steve waking up and the train arriving at Elephant and Castle, and working in London made it easy to meet up regularly for films and other events such as to see a band play or the odd Eddie Izzard gig. Invariably we ate in KFC, where Steve would swap his fries for a corn on the cob, before a visit to the pic 'n' mix, which he would rate based on freshness and choice. A late return home would always mean running any part of the journey which was on foot in the vain hope that we'd make an earlier train and a visit to Whistlestop where Steve would buy Mr Kipling's apple pies and Tropicana orange juice.

It was during this time that we started to watch football together regularly. Initially we held season tickets at Crystal Palace with Ian and then, later, just the two of us, before my work commitments meant we had to stop. We also made several trips up to Liverpool to see Everton play. I remember the first game of one season where we witnessed Palace beat Everton 2-1. That competitive streak arose again, and Steve made sure I knew it when they won the return match! The last game I saw with Steve was a Palace home match. He told me he hadn't been feeling too well and had been to the doctors because of his bad chest. A week later I was at work when I got a 'phone call from my Mum at around midnight. Steve had been diagnosed and was in hospital.

Steve made me laugh with almost everything he said and did, and on one occasion when he made a joke which bombed he immediately labelled it "a rare dud" and had me in fits again. That bad jokes were "rare duds" was a standing joke between us right up until the last time we spoke, in his hospital room.

Steve is the reason that I have had many of the experiences that I have had, he was the driving force behind them. I know that if I had never met Steve I would probably have never seen Auschwitz, ordered beer in Russian or played tennis in Estonia. I may never even have been to a Pizza Express! I certainly wouldn't have the photograph of Steve stood just inside the Slovakian border with Poland, grinning at what was technically an illegal crossing, and I wouldn't have the memories of my mate.

Memories from Steve's best friend - Andrew Miller

February 17, 2004

Precious (Our little gem) 

I worked with young Steve for a few weeks in December of 1994 at Sira. At this time I was expecting my first child (John) and was very grateful for some extra help around the office. Steve was just 16 and he wanted a little work experience. Well I think the work experience went both ways. Whatever task I assigned to Steve, he would do with care and lots of confidence. No surprise there, it must be one of his many qualities inherited from Alex and Brenda. One of my many memories of Steve was the speed in which he delivered a document to another department. Thinking to myself, “this errand would keep him busy for a while” but I was wrong. I seemed to be always telling him to slow down!

Following Steve’s short time at Sira, he then went on to work in Fleet Street. It was apparent that the pace of life in Fleet Street and Steve were well suited, but was Fleet Street ready for Steve?

Contribution by Fliss at Sira Technology Ltd.

February 15, 2004

Order of Service 

Funeral Service at 2pm on 28th January 2004
at Crockenhill Baptist Church for:


Steven
John
Manderscheid




21st May 1979 – 18th January 2004



Prelude music by Schubert, Rossini and Richard Strauss



Welcome by Pastor Bryan Martin



Prayer



Hymn: Great Is Thy Faithfulness

  • read the words and hear the tune here




  • Scripture Reading by Mr Peter Dawson: Psalm 34

  • read the Psalm here




  • Open-Mike Eulogy



    Music: “Something Changed” by Pulp
    (chosen by Mr Andrew Miller)

  • read the lyrics here




  • Message



    Hymn: In Heavenly Love Abiding

  • read the words and hear the tune here




  • Benediction



    Exit Music: “Stand By Me” by Ben E. King (Steve's choice)

  • read the lyrics here




  • Burial in the churchyard after the service – family only



    Refreshments in the church hall – everyone welcome



    Collection plate will be present for cancer charity donations in lieu of flowers

    February 14, 2004

    Coming Soon 

    As soon as I can arrange it I will post the Order of Service from Steve's funeral on this site. Keep your eyes peeled!

    Precision 

    One abiding memory of Steve at home was the precise way he got up for work every day. The night before he would get everything possible ready so that he could wake up at the last minute and get ready in the allotted time before he left at the precise time for his train to Blackfriars. Woe betide any of us who went in the bathroom when he "needed" it! His walk to Swanley station was similarly organised. No delays were allowed as he sought the perfection of arriving on the platform at the train pulled in!

    Steve liked his sleep. And we occasionally had a fierce debate about whether it was better to wake during the night, look at the clock, and be glad that one still had 5 hours until the alarm went off - Steve's opinion. I maintained that I would rather not wake up during the night but simply be woken by the alarm. The inference being that I had thus slept soundly all night. We couldn't agree on this. What do you guys think? Add your comments now!

    Finally - Am I the only one dreaming a lot about Steve? He did feature before but so much more since he died. No great surprise I guess given what has happened. So long as I don't have another one where he is pregnant I don't mind!! Maybe I'll tell you about that sometime - although it isn't strictly a memory about Steve!

    February 13, 2004

    Little things 

    I've found that it's the little things where I miss Steve. On Tuesday I went to watch my team Southend play local rivals Colchester. Southend won 3-2 and I would usually have sent Steve a text either during or after the game. I don't really have another football text buddy (well, not a non-Southend supporting one and they were all at the game obviously) so I had a little pang as I walked out the ground.

    From Darryl at DCT

    Making the world look a little less black and white 

    When Steve started as our office `junior' in Fleet Street I was roughly
    twice his age, but the difference in our age, interests or lifestyle never
    prevented us from being able to chat. On Friday lunchtime visits to the pub,
    he stayed awake while I discussed my two sons and asked about them with
    genuine interest whenever I went to see him in hospital. Maybe it was their
    shared love of biscuits. Whenever I see a Jaffa cake (or a bottle of
    Tropicana), I think of Steve.

    Steve always had the knack of making the world look a little less black and
    white. Even if you thought his opinion was completely wrong about something,
    discussing something with him left you thinking about what he'd said, often
    with a smile on your face. He seemed to take pride in defending the
    indefensible, from that bizarre theory about hair keeping itself clean if
    you don't wash it - to making a case for following Everton from Kent.

    Even when performing the most routine tasks around the office such as
    delivering mail or newspapers to our desks, Steve generally did so smiling
    and it was always good to see him coming across the room. Not everyone could
    deliver a copy of the Evening Standard with a theatrical flourish day after
    day, but Steve managed it.

    I was always struck by Steve's eternal optimism, something which no doubt
    helped him to support Everton and Crystal Palace. While he was preparing for
    his Indian bike trip I'd often ask Steve how much training he'd done. It
    didn't seem to be nearly enough and when I tried to gently warn him, Steve
    told me that he'd be okay. I'm still not sure if he'd done far more
    training than he wanted to admit to, or whether he got through those rides
    on pure willpower. A bit of both, I suspect.

    Contribution from Gavin at DCT

    February 07, 2004

    Welcome 

    Greetings to friends of Steve and other visitors everywhere — and I know that you are almost everywhere! Allow me to explain — this site was set up by my way of tribute to my brave brother who died earlier this year after a two-and-a-half year struggle with leukaemia.

    It is intended to collate any memories you may have of Steve that you want to share, or a tribute you may have composed. Please e-mail me any that can be posted using my name under this post. You can also comment on those posted already. So get in touch and we can get this thing up-and-running — then pop back to enlarge your knowledge of the man in question.

    I don't wish to cause offence with this Blog's title. I wanted a self-effacing and tongue-in-cheek one, and my imagination is limited!

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