It's a terrible loss. In many ways, David Knight was looked upon as Colchester's Olivier - certainly in local amateur theatre circles. I first remembered him in Julius Caesar as Brutus (one of his many Shakespeare performances for Priory Players), where during rehearsals sometimes I just took the sheer pleasure of sitting and listen to him and Cassius (George Flint) doing their stuff so compellingly.
I last saw him in March, in the audience at the Village Players production of The Real Inspector Hound in Nayland (another of the groups to which he was devoted), facing up to his condition quite stoically (with no real thought of what was to come), having enjoyed the show with his usual consideration and good humour.
Urbane, beautifully spoken (yet to my amazement, never actually a professional actor), but also generous to a fault, he was the quintessential example of how to act and act well with others. Sympathies must go out to his widow Sara and his family.
