In Memoriam: Lawrence Jupp – 6 Feb 1979 to 10 Dec 2007


I hope I’ve managed to contact everyone who knew him personally and that this posting isn’t the first you hear of this.

Loz was involved in a fatal motor bike accident on Monday morning.

I just can’t believe he’s gone. It hurts like hell.

Although I’d done some bimbling about in the hills before I met Loz it was him that got me hooked on climbing and from there, more general mountaineering and hiking.

We met in the first year of the Computer Science course at COGS at Sussex University in 1997. We quickly became good friends despite the ten year age gap (I went late).

LJBirthday2005-9 He told me again and again during the first year about the fun to be had in the University Of Sussex Mountaineering Club. Eventually he persuaded me that climbing was worth a try, despite my fear of heights, and I was hooked.By the third year I was club President and Loz was Gear and Safety Officer. It was a good year for membership, the USMC was the third biggest club affiliated to the BMC.

I learned so many things from him. I can still find my torch every time, in the corner of the tent, from the tip he gave me once. I still wake up with very little condensation on the foot end of the sleeping bag just because of the extra insulation that the waterproof jacket under my feet provides.

I also learned so much about how to look after people in the hills. We led many, many groups of students, young and not so young, in all kinds of conditions in all kinds of terrain. He had such a knack of knowing how everyone was doing. If anyone was flagging he’d see it. If someone was cold he’d notice first. And so often he could sort them out with nothing more than his infectious, endless enthusiasm. Just getting them moving faster raised their spirits and warmed them up.

Gill Scramble-Lakes-8-2002 He could be wise and pragmatic and then switch to boisterous and enthusiastic. Whatever the moment called for. More often than not, whatever someone else needed at the time. Even if it wasn’t what he needed himself.Of all the people I know, he would be the best at coping with something like this.

We were planning next year’s trips already. Starting to block-out weekends away and dates for longer trips. He’s been travelling around the world for a year and only returned in early November so we had much walking to catch up on.

I’ll miss so many things. The phone call to open a bottle of red as he approaches Brighton for a surprise visit. The big silly grin and head-bob as we slog up something steep. The phone call to run a cunning plan past me. His blunt and vocal intolerance of arrogance or aggression no matter where or from whom. The exchanged grins and shout of “Out in the cack again eh?” that’s almost taken by the wind and rain as we push up something steep in a hooley.

Gill Scramble-Lakes-2-2002 He was known as “Loz The Aquatic Mammal”, always drawn to water. Almost everyone that walked with him has a story of him jumping in some freezing-cold body of water, even with snow on the ground, for no reason other than the fun of it, and walking himself dry during the rest of the day. He radiated heat, often slept with his feet out of the covers. We could always tell whose half finished pint of Guinness was whose, mine was stone cold whilst his was like a cup of tea.

I’ll never forget waking up to the smell of bacon and eggs cooking on an MSR a couple of feet from my head, with Loz still in his sleeping bag, propped up on one elbow. Or the way he gutted up a balancey, sixty foot gritstone climb later the same day that could only be protected with Friends, that we didn’t actually have in our rack. Simply seconding that one and trying to imagine what it was like leading it and finding absolutely no pro’ was hair-raising to say the least.

Graduation-LJ-2000 Dan S found a something he wrote in the USMC Black Book around the year 2000: “A degree only gets you started, but the friends I have made I hope to keep forever“.We hoped to keep you forever too Loz.

Without you I wouldn’t have been helping out at a USMC climbing-wall trip and would never have met LB. For that I owe you most of all.

We miss you Loz. Always will.


18 Replies to “In Memoriam: Lawrence Jupp – 6 Feb 1979 to 10 Dec 2007”

  1. Yep he did – and how different my life would be without it is impossible to imagine. This blog would never have happened for one thing.

    Perhaps I’ll repeat part of my comment on your Blog:

    Spoke to Gill, Lawrence’s mum, again yesterday and she told me the funeral will be next Friday the 21st of Dec.

    She is going to email me with full details later today and I will be sending them out on email from there.

    Anyone reading this who I may not be in contact with at the moment should contact me using the link under “About Red Yeti” (above) if they want further details.

  2. Well said

    I met him through the USMC where he somehow managed to talk me in to swimming in the sea on a numerous of trips when common sense told me it was clearly too cold, but which was great once we were in. Even if I nearly turned blue when I got out.

    He had an endless supply of pub drinking songs which he was always first to start, and which will now always remind me of his infectious grin.

    His precision firework handling at New Years celebrations in the lair of the Red Yeti still bring a smile to my face.

  3. dave.
    i am really very sad to hear this news. Loz was always one of the those people who kept popping into my head. He made an impact on me. Loz had a wonderful friendliness about him and made even the dullest hills enjoyable. My fondest memory is when Loz was sliding down a frozen gully in wales and he did it again, again, again and again. i loved the kid in him.
    i hope where ever he goes next he has guiness whenever he desires.
    dave (smiler)

  4. Lawrence will be missed so much – and Dave’s words are such a fitting tribute to ‘The Aquatic Mammal’. Here are some of my memories about Loz that make me smile – there really is only one Loz:

    Only Loz could manage to organise one of his birthday weekends away at a place called ‘Sandy Balls’…

    Only Loz would have been warm enough to lend me his jacket on a frosty night out in Brighton…

    Only Loz could have taught us that Classic ‘Sound of Music’ song: ‘Doh a beer, a Mexican Beer, Ray, a bloke who buys me beer…’

    Only Loz could find a ski run we didn’t know existed in Samoens…a run which has been called ‘Lawrence of Arabia’ ever since…

    Only Loz knows more drinking games than anyone I’ve ever met…

    Only Loz could turn up to Leeds Castle with a rubber chicken carrying the words ‘How’s my flying? Call 0798…..’

    I’m so glad that Lawrence touched my life – and grinned at me all the way through my wedding day (whilst making his pint of Guinness boil just by holding it!)

    Al x

  5. A lot of what I would say has already been said.
    But I will always remember the young, a little bit naive (yes honestly he was!) Loz that arrived on my training course in 1997 in Weymouth. He then decided I was going to take him under my wing and I decided I had found the closest thing to a brother I’ll ever have. I then persuaded him to come to Sussex, which I hope he didn’t regret, I certainly loved having him here.
    He got me up and down mountains, even persuaded me into a mountain pool once. He persuaded me back into a kayak and lifted me out when my back went. Sometimes he annoyed the hell out of me, but I wouldn’t have changed him for the world.
    Then just a couple of weekends ago he gave me his usual wonderful grin and bear hug and I was so pleased he was back.

  6. I’m in shock and so terribly sad.
    Loz always had that grin on his face and you couldn’t help but smile in his company.
    RIP aquatic mammal.

  7. Sorry to read about the loss of your good friend. Although I don’t know Loz, the touching tributes from friends speak volumes for the guy.


  8. Impossible to describe the irrepressible LJ. Impossible to believe he’s gone. Too shocked still to respond – kudos to RedYeti for his writing. I can just hear Lawrence saying “oh, you muppet!” and kicking himself. Lawrence, I can’t believe I’m not going to see
    you again.

  9. Thought I’d stopped crying until reading your blog again this morning. I can’t believe the man who made me laugh, wound me up at times and saved my skin on many occasions (including rescuing me and an impaled minibus off the roof of sainsury at 6am)is gone so tragically and so sudddenly. I will miss his enthusiasm, and wish so much that I came to see him recently in Brighton, rather than working. There is no time like the present, and friends are so important in life – Loz knew that and always made the effort to rally others. Loz – you will be sorely missed! I hope you are kayaking on rivers of Guiness and climbing on clouds. Wherever you are, your energy and love of life remain in all of those you knew – RIP.

  10. I heard the sad news during the week and it has brought up many fond memories of weekends with the mountaineering club and fun eves in Brighton pubs.

    Lawrence made people laugh and I’ll certainly remember him with a grin on his face (wearing that purple coat/top (buffalo?) he would wear when walking).

  11. I only met Lawrence a few weeks ago when he came Kayaking in Wales for the weekend. Top bloke, very calm, easy to get along with and good fun. I saw him again last week at a Christmas meal and he was making a joke about the hard roast potatoes. It’s a real tragedy – there don’t seem to be many people like him around.

  12. University and Brighton would not have been the same without Lawrence.

    As I was studying abroad and far away from home, Trinity St was one of my 2nd homes. The door was always opened to friends and I often went there for a cup of tea/beer, a smile and a laugh because Lawrence was always welcoming, always joyful, always sweet, always thoughtful, always fun and looked after me as an older brother would.

    I have such fond memories of these campus days at Sussex Uni, pub evenings in Brighton and mountaineering week ends all over Great Britain, and Lawrence will always be an essential part of these.

  13. I will always remember Lawrence as someone determined to enjoy himself, and who lived life to its fullest.

    My defining memories of Lawrence will be thinking of him getting so much pleasure from jumping into very cold mountain river or lake, ans swimming about.

    I shall always remember him well.

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