I was saddened to learn that Michael Crookes died last month. He was a dancer, choreographer, writer and dance administrator. He was only 47 when he died on the 12th April, in Tunbridge Wells. He had been suffering from cancer.
I only knew him for a short time when our paths crossed in the early 1980s. We had a friend in common: Kerrison Cooke. Kerry was a dancer at the London Festival Ballet and he and Michael , who joined the Royal Ballet in 1980, became very close. Michael had a great sense of humour, and young as he was, was an excellent storyteller and wit. Kerry also had an impish sense of humour, and the combination of the two of them could reduce their listeners to tears of laughter. Alas, Kerry died back in 1989, and now Michael has gone too.