This is a place where we can remember Seymour. A place where family, friends, colleagues, drinking partners, sparring partners and anyone else he touched or influenced can remember, celebrate or toast him.
Seymour was a much loved partner, daddy and friend, a polar professor, space scientist, would-be airline pilot, lego lover, mountain man and proficient plumber. A man with friends all over the world, with a love of life and of living it up. Also a UCL man to his core.
He was funny, infuriating, great company, irascible, wise, wild, loveable, loving, and softer as a dad than any of us ever thought he could be.
My over-riding memory of Seymour is of vigorous intellectual challenge in the pub. On several occasions we both got more entrenched as the beers went down, and I think both of us were never happier than in the joust. Seymour’s incisive questioning usually pulled me up sharp, though I tried not to show it. I will also miss him as a man who was always ‘up for it’. He once called my bluff in wanting to continue the party after pub closing time, and we ended up crawling some really dodgy bars in Cambridge. My incapacitating hangover the next day, compared to his usual entertaining and clear talk, were both testament to his thirst for adventure.