Astragal was fond of Roddy Gradidge too, whose death at the age of 71 was as untimely as it was unexpected.
There was an excellent turn-out at St Mary, Bourne Street for the memorial service, and the sort of secular send-off Roddy would have approved of in the Fox & Hounds round the corner afterwards.
Gradidge was an iconoclast who deliberately set out to annoy the orthodox architects of the day.
Striding down Chiswick High Street in his leather kilt (skort, as he insisted on calling it), he was a gossip columnist's dream. He once told Astragal that what had turned him against Modernism was a visit to the much-vaunted Festival of Britain when he was a student at the Architectural Association: 'I thought if that is Modernism, I don't want anything to do with it.'
A noted lover of pubs, and designer of many refurbishments, he once noted that 'Modern architecture has never sold a single pint'. Hard to disagree.