I found a very sad story in today’s Argus:
Ron Cunningham, known as the Great Omani, died surrounded by family and friends at his home in Norfolk Square, Brighton. He performed his final stunt- a fire-eating trick- for a film crew a week before he died…
Johanna and I met the Great Omani a few years back, on his birthday. He’d been performing one of his farewell performances and we arrived too late. Despite that he came downstairs in the pub, chatted and signed our books. I was very glad to meet him.
The article includes a brief poem:
"They lay the Great Omani in his box
They have done it up with nails instead of locks
But at his funeral do not fear
Chances are he won’t be there