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Waltzer.net | Archives | week 134 : 20 August 2001 |
At Home: Kaner at home in '97 before he went to his debs; and with his mother, Margaret; With his dad, Chris. Chris was pretending to be the child and was asking Ian for a kiss. Kaner looks mortified!
Biking: Kaner loved biking, everyone knows that. The third picture shows him doing one of his famous after race handstands. The one with Mo on the back is funny, he was giving some of us a spin around the car park, and when it was my turn the bike slipped slightly. I wasn't worried, I thought that was normal, but when we got off, he said "I thought I'd lose control back there."
At a free bar: Always up for a free session, Kaner was at both Leopardstown Summer parties. The photo of him with Gillo became the most doctored photo from the site, with versions of them with afros, as part of "Sam the Sham and the Pharoes" and numerous other 'enhancements.'
At Waltzer's: Kaner was over at my place lots of times. Often I'd persuade him to leave the bike in the office on Friday night and stay in my place so we could go drinking, usually in O'Sheas. The Photo of him with his leathers was taken just after he attempted to chat up a girl who was out walking her dogs. He was asking her "Are they Autumn colours?" His usual chat up lines were "Are you a Gemini" or "How are ya Missus, do ya wanna go steady?"
With KW: The first photograph shows Kaner pulling his own ticket to win a bottle of Whiskey at a KW party.
Drinking: When he wasn't working, biking, chatting up girls or annoying his parents at home, Kaner would be in the pub drinking with his mates. These photos are from Mairead's birthday and my bitrthday, and Ray's last night.
In the office: Not one to be seen working too hard, Kaner would often be up to some mischeif. The third picture shows him connecting dermot to the chair with some cable.
With friends: Kaner was such a friendly guy, and anyone who knew him really liked him. He had that slight mad edge that made him exciting and interesting to be around.
Kaner: We'll miss ya, bucko!
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Kaner dies tragically in motorcycle accident
It is has been the saddest week I have ever had. Kaner
died on Saturday, 11th August 2001, after losing control of his bike on
Rivervalley Road, near his house in Swords. He was 22 years old, the only
child of Chris and Margaret Kane. Hundreds of people came to the removal
and the funeral to show their respect and offer their condolences.
Kaner book of memories set up
Comments are flooding into the online Kaner book of memories,
a guest book where you can read
and add
your memories of Kaner. Friends and acquaintances are putting small
snippets into the book about how they remember him. I would encourage
you to add any memories you have of Kaner as they come to you. There is
no limit on how often you can contribute, and it's good to read all the
different perspectives. As Viv said, he'd be laughing at the sentimentality
of it all.
About the site this week
Due to the amount of work it was to prepare this week's
site, I didn't have much time to think about the style and design, so
it looks a bit shabby. This is not a reflection of my feelings for the
man, but simply a time constraint issue. (I was up all night Sunday doing
this!) I will probably tidy this up a bit during the week and add to it
if necessary. Please direct any comments, queries, omissions or mistakes
to waltzer@waltzer.net.
This page is archived permanently at waltzer.net/home134.htm.
The home.htm page changes each week.
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Kaner on Waltzer.net
Kaner was a very close friend of mine, as regular visitors
to the Waltzer Experience will know. He contributed to the site on numerous
occasions, and was often quoted in "Quote of the Week" or photographed
at a party. I have re-scanned all the photographs so you can download
and print or keep them. They are available in high resolution by request.
Here is a list of items that Kaner was responsible for or was about him.
Separated
at birth
The above Separated at Birth snippet was published on
August 7th. The photograph was taken in Clonskeagh on Saturday 4th. Kaner had come down to the office to collect his helmet (his "lid" as he called it). I was in Clonskeagh village at the time and he called me to see where I was. He had some photographs that his mate Rob took of him racing in Mondello. He wanted me to do an article about the racing on Waltzer.net.
Kaner in photos
Regular
visitors will know that I photograph nearly everything. Kaner never shyed
away from the camera, and since I was with him at most of the social events
there are quite a lot of pictures of him over the last year and a half:
One photo of Kaner in Russell's the night Viv and Dermot celebrated
their leaving, week 40, October 2000 |
Crash! By Kaner.
Note: Kaner wrote this Wrecks Me Buzz for the Waltzer
Experience last September after having a similar accident.
Well here is what usually happens: you are going along, usually with mates. That's how you get sucked into the high-speed syndrome. Not that it's all that bad, everything is going grand flying along your favourite country lanes or whatever, and next thing… Bang! You're skating along on your arse amidst a shower of sparks and crunching of exotic alloy leaving a trail of destruction in your wake. Talented, even inspired if you know what the hell just happened: that comes later. Now tumbling down the road is traumatic, but it's the sudden stop that hurts. But it's not the thoughts of "Oh my God my spinal cord or my left atrium flying through your head, its more like "Me fookin' bike"…
Sums and figures flash through your head and you usually have rough figure present by the time you stop sliding and jump up. Straight away, two broken legs, a punctured lung and third degree burns from the neck down. It doesn't matter… You hobble over to your trusty steed lying in a pool of petrol and oil if you're really unlucky. Then the pain sets in because now you know its fooked so what's the point? A lighting cigarette is thrust into your mouth as you stand in a pool of petrol assessing the damage.
This is where those two haunting words crop up again "err… what happened?" Truth being you haven't a clue, but guaranteed it's something along the lines of going too fast, trying to get knee down too soon, too much, too hard... your fault!
The conversation goes something like this: "Yeah I hit oil, held it and managed to steer away from the innocent bystanders etc. etc…" Ah sure you're a hero. Your mates don't believe a word of it - sure they saw the whole thing but they look graciously at the ground and nod their heads, just like school days. But you're allowed a degree of freedom as to the actual events due to trauma. An extreme session ensues later, and as everyone buys you a pint the stories escalate as you paint a picture of super human skills that no other mortal posses.
But the biggest pain is not the physical pain or the extreme expense of the repair bill or even missing out on a daily spin for the whole summer (3 years in a row now!). None of that maters because when you get on to the bus Monday morning you really know the true meaning of misery.
Now that wrecks me buzz.
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