A pall that is hard to shake
by Frank Segers
The death of Roger Watkins has hit harder than I could have imagined.
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by Frank Segers
The death of Roger Watkins has hit harder than I could have imagined.
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by Ron Holloway
The Roger Watkins I remember with some affection was a Variety mugg packed to the brim with jokes. My German friends hailed him as a fast-talking ad-salesman who could pepper a scene with a pinch of barbed humor. And, if I can borrow an observation from a mutual friend in the trades, Roger was considered as a past master of the ploy that could pay dividends. Whatever that meant.
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As the son of one of St James’ St leading muggs, I have some very fond memories of sitting around the office and all the fine people there, not least (and sometimes most) Mr W and I was saddened to hear of his passing. I know that my father would’ve written at great length of the wonderful qualities and professionalism his good friend offered and it would be rather remiss of me to fill that void. They’re gassing now in any case.
Ruth and Seb send their love and thoughts…
Pit Jr.
PETER COWIE
Roger was one of the most passionate men I have ever met — passionate about life and its endless opportunities, passionate about new ideas, passionate about bringing people together and making a team work to its best potential. I knew of him by repute when at 8 a.m. one morning during the Cannes Festival of 1988, I received a call from him at my hotel. He was cordial, if mysterious, asking if I would have the time to meet him and Syd Silverman in the Carlton Bar that afternoon. There Syd offered to acquire my small publishing company and to bring me aboard to work at Variety. I was dubious, because I valued my independence, but Roger followed up by taking me for a cup of tea in a milk bar in Wardour Street. There he assured me that all would be for the best, and so it proved.
I could not have enjoyed the company of a better mentor. Roger was always even-handed, always calm during a debate, and never one to linger over recriminations. His ebullience, his enthusiasm, and his wonderful sense of humour helped him deal with rich and poor, fools and magnates, with the same candid friendliness that made him one of the great salesmen of his time. Nor should one forget his period as Editor of Variety, during which time he introduced colour printing to the paper.
Rest in peace, Roger. I shall never forget you and the perspectives you opened for me.
He not only salvaged my career at that point, but the London job was the catalyst for me to propose to my then girl friend Jenny, as I could not imagine moving to the UK without her.
I learned much about the craft of journalism from Roger. And he had a sharp business brain, which I much admired as a tyro in the business..
I doubt there was a better known or more popular mugg. Walking along the Croisette in Cannes with Roger was always an experience, as he could barely go five or 10 yards before some friend, contact or client waylaid him for a chat.
Wat. was one of the kindest, most astute and charming guys I’ve ever met. It was a pleasure and an honour to have worked with and for him.
His legacy will live on with his family and all those whose lives he touched.
I spoke to Roger only a couple of months ago when he told me of his condition and I was inspired that he never lost his dynamic, innovative, persona. In short, it was a true honor to have worked with Roger for so many years.
By Frank Meyer
Every morning for the past few months as I checked my overnight e-mail I dreaded seeing the message from Peter Besas with the subject “Roger.” A month or so ago Rog and I had a long phone conversation and he was surprisingly lucid, having been taken off morphine for a less debilitating painkiller. After our chat, as he would have put it, I said, “I guess saying goodbye today is really saying goodbye.”
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