My friend Henry Lewis, who has died aged 70, was a happy soul who woke up humming and often sang his way through the day " often delivering renditions of his own songs, though he could also imitate a whistling kettle or the Radio 4 time pips.Henry wrote sharp, satirical musicals about life, railways, the environment and wind farms, which half a century earlier might have made him much better known. In the late 20th c…
SOURCE: The Guardian at 01:18PM on May 21, 2017