I first heard of Henk Potts during my morning drives to work, tuning into the Nick Ferrari Show on LBC. Henk's fast-paced business updates were initially challenging for me to hear with his deep voice booming through my car's blown speakers. It took some getting used to, but I eventually learned a lot from his insights and the banter he shared with Nick. Their hilarious telephone tennis quips often had me nearly spitting out my coffee. Listening to the show became a daily routine, and Henk's voice and sense of humour grew very familiar to me.
Years later, after moving to our old house in Surrey, we met our new neighbours while working on one of the many projects the house demanded. Covered in mud and not particularly in the mood for socialising, we heard a friendly voice from over the gate say, "Hello, I’m Joanne Potts!" Henk stood in the background, smiling and gently ushering Jonie away. We exchanged a few pleasantries and didn't see them again until our daughter Hattie and Henry ended up in the same nursery class. Having only heard Henk on the radio, the penny didn’t drop until we met properly, once Henk’s familiar voice belted out something hilariously witty.
We soon became good friends and spent many enjoyable evenings trying to outdo each other in BBQs and wine. Henk always had the upper hand! We would also spend time at the RAC clubhouse in Epsom, where we were members. On one occasion, Henk and I played golf. I spent my time searching and loosing balls in the rough, whilst Henk patiently accompanied me. Henk, sensing my frustration and realising I wasn’t a particularly good golfer, kindly suggested that we do not bother playing the back nine. We instead sat on the terrace drinking bottles of rosé in the sunshine, which, of course with Henk’s good humour, turned out to be far more entertaining than chasing a ball around with a stick.
Our conversations, many had in the school car park, always featured Henk in his Birkenstocks and colourful shorts, even in the middle of winter. He would often joke about having a blast with his "other friends" the previous evening and it wasn't until I met so many wonderful people at Henk's memorial, that I realised how many good friends he had.
Not a day goes by without Henk crossing my mind. I deeply miss his humour and the joy he brought into our lives.
James McMullen
Thought