I met Greg from time to time in London and I was privileged to be sent the draft copy of his book on 'Neoliberalism and the Working Class' approriately titled 'Kick'em. And when they're down, kick em again' which he finished in 2017 and hoped to publish. It was a massive manuscript of well over 100,000 words with 1300 footnotes, mainly scholarly references. I used to teach political economy in a university and I told him I would have loved to have had it available when I was doing so as it presented a well written and brilliantly argued intellectual alternative to orthodox academic thinking, with lots of examples drawn from the real world. Students would have loved that. Greg sent it round the publishers and got a lot of interest in it but no commitment to publish as it was they said too long and too unorthodox. It was their loss as the book would have fitted into the growing interest in the last few years in the Labour Party and outside to alternative models of economic development and political change. Much of it is still relevant, especially his sections on the planned economy, inequality and sustainable development which have lots to say about today. I still hope some of it can eventually find a publisher/outlet. That would be a true tribute to Greg and a lasting legacy from a progressive intellectual who really cared about the world.

Being best friends with Greg's daughter Sasha, I knew where she got her glow from when I met her Dad. His knowledge and intelligence will live on through Sasha. My favourite memory was when Sasha was buying her first car with her Dad and I've never heard her laugh so much when explaining everything that happened. Sasha and Marina will always be a part of my family too. Words can't describe the pain and heartache, sending condolences and love to your family. I'll always rewatch the video that you sent Sasha. Love always and forever, Syme & family xx

I got to know Greg through being a friend and colleague of Marina. I have so many happy memories of his and Marina’s warm and generous hospitality. Greg was always great company: gentle, interested - and extremely interesting and knowledgeable. His quiet devotion to his family stood out. My deepest sympathy goes to Marina and Sasha as well as to his parents and brothers and sister. Dorothy

Greg was a truely kind and caring individual, and this charity is so fitting. Greg had a profound impact on me professionally, but also personally through the kindness he showed me and how he always spoke to me with respect and genuine interest. I can't imagine the hole his passing will leave in his family - my thoughts are with you.

I have happy memories of working with Greg in Russia and Ukraine during the nineties and noughties. He was a good friend and will be much missed for so many qualities.

My most favourite happy memories of Greg was when I was just becoming a teenager and when he was back from university on the long Oxbridge holidays. The hot sunny drought year of 1976 when he was asked to use heavy plastic bathing cap to contain his hippy hair at the Dragon Swimming Pool. At that time all the resident family were summoned to his room to hear stereo for the first time. Pink Floyd Side Of The Moon had whining sounds and bass lines travelling from speaker to speaker. Likewise I was fascinated by his super-hero cartoon-strips sometimes with coloured animated drawings. In the 2 inch square box would be stories unfolded via speech bubbles. I loved to come and admire them and Greg made a very special Christmas present to me in 1974ish’: that of coming upstairs to collect two Eagle comics per night for a period that he made clear printed on the ‘pass’. I was thrilled: Dan Dare and Blackbow the Indian! Once, upon leaving his eerie, I dared to blow a kiss , then scampered downstairs shouting back “I love you”…Great…and…huge …feet- thumping then ensured, as he thundered down his stairs and grabbed back the comics and dissapeared back into his room. Mum interveined and all resumed as usual the following eve. However in 2015 he said he loved me in a letter when he encouraged me to put the stressful teaching job behind me and move on with my positive attributes of which he listed and expanded upon. He gave examples… ending with “I love you”. Before he moved out I had sussed the Chadlington Road pantry key was the same lock of his door. So I spent half of my time at St Edwards school sneaking around his room with only once him finding out!! Eventually it became my room. But I kept memory of the books and other Greg-things he had had there, battique-cloth hangings, joss-stick smell, political stickers and badges. I told friends that my bro was into ‘alternative gods’. I remember he had a reply back from an a letter revealing a factual contradiction in Lord of the Rings that he made to Tolkien. He was always looking for hidden or forgotten knowledge. His neat room revealed exciting knowledge. He was interested in the puzzles of how society develops, fascinated by how social and philosophical movements have changed the that way civilisation devolves. He was always aware of undue political manipulations and commercial influences that limit truths to us populations. He was always interested in those without a voice, i.e. a social and union actionist. He was keen to convince others of his faith in humanity through the analysis of history. Once, when returning with mums shopping in Summertown I got saw Greg and Vlad on the top deck right hand side, who had got on in town. Greg was spouting and Vlad was adding questions, maybe about 2009. It reminded me of Sasha’s Holiday Histories Seminars, where Greg would discuss pivotal moments in history from his research and educations. He shared all he knew about civilisation, if he could, and others’ listened. He worked at jobs that promoted growth. He could even have defined society as infrastructure, something to be analysed and understood in its complex links of human natures’ cross-influences. At a Russian project he had to, on the ground at the coal-face, promote growth according to what he understood the needs of the living were there. He was very present in everyday problem solving, but I’m sure was philosophically-informed about his decision processes. In Russia he found his soul mate Marina, I guess mutually some of their attraction being that each was idealistic and dynamic to find facts. And fact with a capital F. I know they are both firm people; Greg and Marina. Greg was self confident as he studied and researched all his life, absorbing facts about past societies and collating them in his fat book with swollen appendices. ‘Each religion is being forced to come to terms with its own history of violence, intimidation and persecution, particularly as it has affected women, slave and non-conformists. Now that international migration is making all parts of the world socially diverse, and the old territorial and cultural markers are being superseded by secular education a fashion, as well as universal applicable legal norms, peoples are being forced to recognise each other as neighbours not as foreigners’ Scientia Arcan: Uncovering the Hidden Knowledge of the Bible… and what it means today. July 2014 Greg was a very inclusive person, always interested in other people who had something to say. In his book I admire his cross referencing of the different facets of geographically distanced philosophies and their moments in to history. But in parallel. We shall all have to read it. But the appendices need not be for all peoples. Hah Ha but it shows his depth of research to justify his pupports! Greg made one bible reference six paragraphs further down from the quote I just made. It is from Isiah Isiah 56 7-8 ‘for My house shall be a house of prayer for all peoples. I will gather others to them besides those already gathered.’ I will miss Greg and his future input to society. Tom

thoughts to you and your family Sasha! sending you lots of love xxx

Dear Uncle Greg, It pains us immensely that you were unfortunate enough to be one of the 2 million and counting people who have fallen to this pandemic. But you're not just a statistic, you're so much more--a father, a husband, a big brother to 4 younger siblings and the nicest uncle to all of their kids, and the first son to two loving parents. I wish my sisters and I could have grown up closer to you physically, and I feel heavy with regret that we didn't/couldn't spend more time with you, or that our father could have been around to cause more mischief with his older brother. Of course, no one ever expects such a tragedy could occur--you had so many more years left to live and experience, to see your daughter Sasha get married and start her own family, or to spend retirement in bliss with Aunt Marina. But we don't have that luxury to be with you any longer, I'll always remember the brief times we did spend with you and how great of an uncle you were. It's still so hard to believe that you're really gone. I wish our family could have been there more for you during those trying times. I hope your soul is at rest now that your energy has returned to the universe, but I can guarantee you it will live on within us as long as we're still breathing, and we'll continue your legacy of kindness and helpfulness. But we'll still always miss you and love you, Uncle Greg. Rest In Peace... Love, Sebastian

I remember Greg as a kind, very knowledgeable and modest person, always smiling, interested in the world. It was always such a pleasure to be with him and his lovely family, having a meal together, watching the Russian version of 'War and Peace', sharing thoughts about many things. This is such a sad shock and he will be so missed. Best love to Marina, Sasha and the family. Rosemary

I was so pleased to meet a Labour Party member living around the corner from me when I moved to Oxford a few years ago. I enjoyed talking with Greg when we met on 5 Mile Drive, as well campaigning with him across Wolvercote

Immediately when I met him, he made me feel welcomed as a member of their family. Despite the infrequent visits, I cherish each of those memories, like when Marina and Greg were first dating and they visited us in Hayward, and their Christmas visit to Castro Valley and Lake Tahoe, poor Marina sick with the flu and Greg’s vigilant care of her. Him welcoming us to his house in Sheffield and Oxford. The wonderful meals in their home and discussions and good wine and happy warm memories. His kindness to everyone. His openness and the ease talking to him. His passion and views on nuclear energy. Just knowing him, you couldn’t help but immediately feel a bond and good cheer. He was so good, generous, kind and unselfish to all. He was so loved by his family. I am so sad and can’t begin to adequately express my sympathy for Marina and Sasha and for all of the family’s loss. I will always cherish those memories. I so wish that I could meet him again. -Cindy Wikler

Every time I visited England, Uncle Greg and Aunt Marina would host me, and he’d act as our tour guide, taking me and Sasha to see different parts of the county and sharing history lessons, family stories, and quiet moments in the car. I felt so comfortable with him because his calm, quiet, gentle demeanor reminds me of my own dad. I remember he came to California after I had recently gotten my license, and we had a hilarious trip home from the airport, with Papa and him so exhausted from the flight and jet lag, and me anxious as ever trying to navigate the busy Bay Area traffic. I remember a lot of nervous laughing from myself and him just being confused with the chaos! I loved seeing him and my dad together. Uncle Greg was such a humble and thoughtful person. He lived his life always caring for the people he loved. He was kind, brilliant, down to earth, composed, and the leader of his four younger siblings and his family. He supported our grandparents and offered advice and wisdom to my dad and aunt and uncles. He made the hard decisions and completed “quiet” acts of kindness for years and years. My heart aches. Thank you to this wonderful person for being in our lives, dedicating your word to your family, and making goodbye so hard. Rest in Peace xxxxx -Christina Kaser

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I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.