Like the whole skating world, I was deeply saddened to hear of the death of Bobby Thompson earlier this month; although unlike the countless skaters he helped during his long, illustrious career as an international coach, or as a friend and mentor, I only knew Bobby indirectly.
Our first ‘meeting’ was through the words of his life-partner, unbeaten four-times World Champion ice dancer and fashion designer Courtney Jones OBE, whose amazing autobiography. Around the Ice in Eighty Years: An Irreverent Memoir by an Accidental Champion, I was fortunate enough to edit and publish in 2021. I was struck by Courtney’s story of Bobby’s courage and determination to skate despite opposition from his staunchly footballing family, who considered it an unmanly pastime – and delighted that he achieved great success notwithstanding, including coaching the Italian and Japanese National Ice Dance teams, and subsequent appointment as National Ice Dance Coach to Britain’s then National Skating Association.
Bobby also faced and overcame challenges in his personal life caused by homophobia and the repressive legislation of the 1960s. He and Courtney were obliged to be very discreet when they began living together, first in a studio flat above Queens Ice Club, and later in a series of homes around London, transformed into mini-mansions by their cultured tastes and flair for interior design; and even after they were free to ‘come out,’ still sometimes experienced prejudice among the skating ‘old guard’ when accompanying Courtney to functions. The success of the latter’s post-skating career as a fashion designer/lecturer and international judge/referee gave them a high-profile, jet-setting lifestyle they could enjoy together when attending the same events, but equally gave long periods of separation to be endured until they both retired fully and moved to Spain’s Costa del Sol.
Bobby (left) with Courtney (right) and friend Diane Towler on a visit to Spain
Keen to learn more and understand Bobby better as I edited, I watched several TV interviews in which he invariably came over as relaxed, charming, urbane and humorous; so it was something of a shock to learn that he loathed appearing on camera, to the point where Courtney had to exert all his persuasive powers to coax him to the screen during one of our rare Zoom meetings – making that single brief contact even more of a gift and a memory to treasure. Bobby came over exactly as I’d seen him on TV, looking hale and hearty at 80, barely a day older than in his interviews, and his interactions with Courtney were as finely-honed and funny as Morecambe & Wise, the kind of banter only a lifelong intimacy can generate, and the love that had drawn and kept them together for 60 years plain to see.
With typical modesty, Bobby refused any formal recognition as co-creator of An Irreverent Memoir despite being at Courtney’s side throughout, prompting reminiscences and reading/correcting the text – not even a paltry ‘with’ for his moving memoir of close friend John Curry – and only by a last-minute change of heart was I allowed to un-crop him from the photo used on the back cover.
Unfortunately, Covid backlogs scuppered any prospect of publication by a mainstream publisher, just as lockdown restrictions prevented even such local launch events as my Herstory imprint could offer; then, sadly, Bobby fell ill before the excellent book he helped to produce received the success it deserves. So it would be a fitting tribute, and perhaps some crumb of consolation to Courtney in the painful loss of his beloved companion, if Bobby’s story and the contribution in his own words could posthumously reach a wider audience.
If you’d like to read their incredible story, (also featuring contributions from friends Robin Cousins, Christopher Dean and Jayne Torvill), you can pick up a copy at British Ice Skating events, where a percentage of sales goes to support BIS; a percentage from copies sold through other outlets goes to Henry’s Haven Cat Rescue (like Courtney, Bobby was a passionate cat-lover).
RIP, Bobby – though I knew you so little, I’ll never forget. x