Hadn't occurred to me before but the chopping happened in the months after Keith Egerton died and before I went overseas. Looking back on it, that's probably relevant to how I acted.
edit : I remember Keith like it was yesterday. The night before he left for Jannu I came back from a skiiing trip and dropped in to see him at Bangla's place in Highett St about midnight. He was still packing and as happy as I had seen him. That is one of my life's great un-missed opportunities.