Homeless activist, squatter, Big issue seller, sometime ASS person, and inveterate Scouse wrangler in court on behalf of other squatter, especially those with little English.
Judges never knew what to make of Robbie; he bust their stereotypes in about six directions. his genius was to get the poor dears so confused that a load of old bollocks began to look like a half-decent defence worth an adjournment or three.
“How the fuck did you pill that one off, Robbie” was a frequently asked question at ASS and now we’ll never know the answer. There wasn’t one really – no magic trick you could explain – it was just Robbie. He kept roofs over heads, sometimes for months on end.
Robbie was only 58. He did everything above between bouts of illness in the last few years. He’d been trying to raise the ‘right to life’ provisions of the Human Rights Act as a defence against evictions because of the much shorter life expectancy of people living on the streets, which he’d had to do himself for many years.
Robbie’s funeral will be held on Monday 7th November at West Norwood Crematorium, Norwood Road, London SE19 at 3.30pm.