Picture courtesy of the Braunston Players
       
 
   Mogeraahhh!.. 
Dismissed.
 
 
 With tears and cheers - and a mix of  military, journalistic and theatrical  nostalgia - we sent John Moger off in  style yesterday, January 25 2013.

Picture courtesy of the Braunston Players

John Moger was no disciplinarian. But, around the family piano or on stage, he could belt out a fearful and tuneful rendition of When the Sergeant Major's 
On Parade (a wartime song of military authority and vanity which has become the Moger anthem). Here, John is seen performing for the Braunston Players and hitting the high notes -just as his father Earnest did at family gatherings. In doing so, he throws down the gauntlet to future men of the extended Moger clan to stand tall, shoulders back - and blast the audience within an inch of their 'orrible little lives.






When the Sergeant-Major's on parade!
(Original by Peter Dawson, dramatised by Earnest Moger, promoted by John Moger and destroyed by the Moger-Riley-Triggs Troupe)

 



When the sun is shining bright,
Dispelling all the dews of night,
With Sam Browne belt and buttons bright
Behold the Sergeant-Major!
Batman makes my army bed
And soon my boots a luster shed;
He turns me out from foot to head
A dapper Sergeant-Major!
Then woe to them that meet my eye;
They never do — they turn and fly!

When I'm here on parade in the square
How the folks passing by turn and stare,
For they say "This beats the band;
The way he handles the men is grand!"
When I shout
Birds fly out
Daisies fade;
I've a way that must be obeyed.
NCOs say I bite
While recruits die of fright
When the Sergeant-Major's on parade!

Eyes as keen as sparrow-hawk
Or like a lobster on a stalk,
No nudge or wink or smile or talk
Escapes the Sergeant-Major.
True, I've got a fearful name,
And folk say it's a crying shame;
They'd like to kill or halt or maim
That fiend, the Sergeant-Major.
But that's the proper Army style;
And now and then they see me smile.



              
When I'm here on parade in the square

How the folk passing by turn and stare,
For they say "This beats the band;
The way he handles the men is grand!"
When I shout
Birds fly out
Daisies fade;
I've a way that must be obeyed.
NCOs say I bite
While recruits die of fright
When the Sergeant-Major's on parade!

Pick 'em up! Pick 'em up, there!
What the, Where the, Who!
Pick 'em up! Pick 'em up, there
Coal fatigue for you!
Left! Left! Left!
 
Is that the way we won Waterloo?
Come along, come along, there —
Jump to it, my lad!
If you don't, you'll hear me call
A spade a spade.
Left! Left! Party — 'shun!
The Sergeant-Major's on parade!





 

 








 













 

















                                            
Thanks
As John would say, everyone 'mucked in' on the day, despite the bitter cold at the graveside. Fleet Street veterans showed up; grandsons served as pallbearers; far-flung relatives made the journey; Chris - brought us to tears with her passion-filled farewell to her 'Johnny Moger' at the graveside; we toasted his memory with port and Guinness - and then we laughed and joked against the backdrop of jazz, blues, classics - and some very second rate singing. It was a good old knees up, which could only have been better if John himself had been there. Perhaps he was.









Not that easy is it chaps? Despite rehearsals, top and bottom notes proved elusive. Last Moger laugh on you! An extended family of men...and not a baritone amongst them.

John's family much appreciated the flowers which were sent and the donations made to John's charity Practical Action which aims to provide third world countries with discarded, but serviceable technology equipment.



Future memories                                                 
There will be a Fleet Street event in the Spring, details to come. And the snow-affected memorial tennis match will be refixed for the courts in Stoke-by-Clare or at a suitable location in London.




Slideshow                                                     
Portraits and snaps from John's life can be viewed by clicking on the main image below, and progressing through the slides. (You will have to 'back-arrow' to be able to return to this website)





                                           



 John MogerJohn Moger funeral Arrangements

The funeral
of John Moger, journalist, Fleet  Street foreign editor, political debater and  family rock takes place at 1.45pm, Friday  January 25th.

Venue
 The Barn, Stoke-By-Clare,  Suffolk,  CO10 8JA. Donation to Third World  technology charity
Practical Action or modest  flowers to Martin & Sons, 37 Nethergate  Street, Clare, Sudbury, Suffolk, CO10 8NP.  01787 277418. A reception will be a short  walk from the cemetery.

Inquiries:
 Andrew Moger (son)
 andy@media-mojos.co.uk, 
07836 572273


John Moger, wise-owl

   Young reporter                                                     The grey fox



Contacts                                                  
Andrew Moger
andy@media-mojos.co.uk
Mobile: +44(0)7836572273

Location and Maps                                                  

The Barn is here





Tributes                                                  
Please feel free to 
contribute to the tributes page here or read the Moger-esque obituary found hereFor those not attending the funeral, the order of service is available by clicking on this image of the Grey Fox 




John Moger, Foreign Editor of Daily Mail, as expelled lefty during UK-Soviet spy tit-for-tats in the Seventies, depicted by Mac














 

John Moger working the Daily Express's network of foreign correspondents John Moger, Foreign Editor of Daily Mail, depicted by MAC as expelled lefty during UK-Soviet spy tit-for-tats in the Seventies

 

 




All Human Life                                                  
John had a full, exciting and varied (even 
idiosyncratic) life. Here are some highlights.

Sayings

'Keep in touch' - whether it was family, friends or workmates, he had a big sense of team, community and being social. In truth newsroom imperatives of maintaining the best of contact fuelled a personal lexicon filled with Mogerisms.




'Fuc*'em'
- a term of endearment for corporate yesmen.

'Don't let the buggers grind you down' - a professional peptalk!

'Home, Home on the Range' - a song (or alternating whistling) to express, confusingly, happiness or deep frustration

Activities
John was a tennis club member into his latter years, if somewhat faltering.

 In his honour there will be a memorial tennis match between wings of his family in at the tennis club,  Stoke-by  Clare. Winners takes a bottle of Guinness, John's tipple.








Tributes to a good man