(Son of Baron Rolph Beck, the inventor of Molyslip)
Some years ago, on 2004/01/19 I got an email from the Molyslip company, in response to an enquiry from me. I had been trying to find the whereabouts of Stephen Beck The email said, "I am sorry to report that Stephen died a few years ago. We are still in touch with his partner, Jackie Phillips: please let me know if you would like her telephone number/address."
The email was from a Peter Haig at Molyslip UK. He later said that Stephen died in 1997, from Cancer.
Stephen was one of my best friends at Aiglon. He and I shared a common interest in science, and in making explosives. We used to sneak out after lights-out - I think it might have been at the time when we were resident in the "Pension" (or whatever it was called) in Chesiéres - with small pieces of sodium or potassium taken from where they had been safely stored in oil in the chemistry lab, and drop them in rainwater puddles in the street. (Na and K react very violently with H20.) We had sufficient time to sprint off, giggling hysterically, and make ourselves scarce before the inevitable noisy, small explosion ensued, waking up nearby residents. If anyone has one, it would be nice if I could post a photo of Stephen together with this blog item. (I lost all my pix of Aiglon in a fire.)
Some years ago, on 2004/01/19 I got an email from the Molyslip company, in response to an enquiry from me. I had been trying to find the whereabouts of Stephen Beck The email said, "I am sorry to report that Stephen died a few years ago. We are still in touch with his partner, Jackie Phillips: please let me know if you would like her telephone number/address."
The email was from a Peter Haig at Molyslip UK. He later said that Stephen died in 1997, from Cancer.
Stephen was one of my best friends at Aiglon. He and I shared a common interest in science, and in making explosives. We used to sneak out after lights-out - I think it might have been at the time when we were resident in the "Pension" (or whatever it was called) in Chesiéres - with small pieces of sodium or potassium taken from where they had been safely stored in oil in the chemistry lab, and drop them in rainwater puddles in the street. (Na and K react very violently with H20.) We had sufficient time to sprint off, giggling hysterically, and make ourselves scarce before the inevitable noisy, small explosion ensued, waking up nearby residents. If anyone has one, it would be nice if I could post a photo of Stephen together with this blog item. (I lost all my pix of Aiglon in a fire.)
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