Black Wednesday
It’s happened again.
Yet another friend from work’s passed away. And yet again I find myself writing about someone I’ve known for many years. Four in this case.
Chris Fenton was known by all as “Sonic” due to an unfortunate incident in early SpinVox history when he brought down the office network from a Sonic Firewall misconfiguration. 
In all thy humors, whether grave or mellow, Thou'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow, Hast so much wit and mirth, and spleen about thee, That there's no living with thee, nor without thee. - Joseph Addison
Sonic was a mysterious character and certainly “unique”. A tireless worker. A technical genius far exceeding me. A right bastard sometimes but always funny as hell.
Nobody who is afraid of laughing, and heartily too at his friend, can be said to have a true and thorough love for him; and, on the other hand, it would portray a sorry want of faith to distrust a friend because he laughs at you. Few men, I believe, are much worth loving in whom there is not something well worth laughing at. - A.W. Hare and J.C. Hare
A lover of music and for some odd reason – cheese.
This was a winning picture of a caption competition we had in the IT department.
And some day, a mighty fine dancer. 
I’ll leave this post with something Chris had been working on for around a year. On IRC at work he would regularly change the topic and with all the recent events in the company, he decided to end the story. This was the last one:
Mahabharat Episode 72. Sonic is the last to go. Smiling fondly, he touches the last side of the cube still lit, and disappears from the temple. As to the location of the snowy path he finds himself on, the identity of the young woman beside him, or where he’s headed, the epic of Mahabharat does not tell…
Journey well my friend. You’ll be missed.
Source and Destination? I'll get back to you on that sir.
