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Obituary: Dave Neal 1974-2018

It is with a complicated heart we write that a crony and co-worker Dave Neal, a publisher on Computing, V3 and The INQUIRER for some-more than a decade, upheld divided peacefully final week following a long-fought conflict with cancer. He was usually 43.

Dave, who lived in Tunbridge Wells with his mother Charlotte and dear dog Poppy (who had her possess blog for several years), was diagnosed with Medullary Thyroid Carcinoma, a singular form of cancer that accounts for usually 3 per cent of thyroid cancer sufferers, during a age of usually 31. 

Dave documented his struggles with this depot illness in a personal blog.

He could have buried his conduct in a sand, though Dave remained ever positive, regulating a blog to document his much-loved trips with his Dad where they had chips with “thankfully no equine in them”, his drink and oyster nights with Charlotte and his brother, and, with a same spin of humour that he’s shown on the INQUIRER for all of these years, his augmenting series of trips to a toilet.


Dave was certified to Hospice in a Weald (if we have a gangling integrate of quid, please donate) late final year after his condition worsened. He upheld divided peacefully final Wednesday aged 43. Our deepest condolences go out to Dave’s family. 

Dave, affectionally famous as a ‘crisps and dinkles correspondent’, was a male with an unmatched spin of wit, a passion for online remoteness advocacy and who counted John McAfee among his many fans, will leave a durability clarity on the INQUIRER, where will skip him terribly. 

Below are some difference from past and benefaction Incisive Media colleagues.

Chris Merriman

When we arrived during The INQUIRER behind in 2013, Dave had already been told he was on borrowed time. But he carried on with a persistence and good humour that desirous all of us. In fact, he worked with me to quarrel opposite my possess health crises and desirous me with his opinion of rebuttal to his possess – a symbol of a perfect munificence of suggestion of a man.

As a colleague, he was a mentor, means to inject usually a right volume of humour into a story, in usually a right way. He accepted how a attention works. Or some-more mostly doesn’t. He was enlivening on those days when a foam of writer’s retard descends and all we write reads like an unedited Katie Price novel.

Lover of hip-hop, partner of crisps, partner of pointless half-forgotten tv and film, Dave was never brief of a antacid quip, and a some-more mostly than not, a YouTube shave or mp3 that you’d never have found in a million years.

Again and again he kick his life outlook until we roughly forgot that one day he wouldn’t be around. All a time, he was distant some-more meddlesome on how we were than articulate about his possess discomfort. He was kind and generous, mostly to a fault. He wouldn’t usually try and give we some-more than he had, he’d utterly mostly force it on you, such was his integrity to make a people around him happy.

When a finish came, it came quicker than we could have ever imagined, with pain both romantic and physical, though in a finish peaceful. But don’t remember a end. Remember him as a shining journalist, a wit and raconteur, and many of all, as a friend. He was my friend, and we will always be beholden for that.

Carly Page

Dave was many some-more than a co-worker to me. He was an inspiration, a coach and, many importantly, a friend.

When we initial started behind in INQ roughly 6 years ago, Dave was a initial chairman we was introduced to and we now connected over a common adore for hip-hop, confectionary and crap TV. While during initial we felt intimidated modifying a difference of a publisher with such talent and enviable levels of wit, Dave always gave certainty and helped me to spin a publisher that we am today.

I will remember Dave will a laugh on my face. we will remember a time Dave picked me in Secret Santa and showered me with personalised gifts (despite a miserly £10 budget), I’ll remember a outing to a honeyed shop, I’ll remember always receiving a birthday label from you, and I’ll remember good with delight during a Skype conversations on a daily basis. Thank-you Dave, for everything. I’ll skip we so much.

Madeline Bennett

I initial met Dave in Aug 2000. It was my initial day operative on a record repository as editorial partner and we was thrown in during a low finish with essay some network NIBs. Neither of those difference meant anything to me during a time, though Dave – as has been his approach for a near-two decades we’ve been friends and colleagues – stepped in straightaway to assistance me out. His support from day one was a vast partial of a reason we stayed in a job, as he continued to take a time to explain all a technical lingo so dear of a industry. we was also wowed by his ability to interpret those press releases and discussion sessions full of corporate messaging and selling spiel into something not usually useful for IT pros and business people, though also entertaining.

I’ve been advantageous adequate to work with Dave ever given that day. Although a publications and a roles changed, a consistent was a support and loyalty we had from Dave. He was a singular kind of chairman who, if we asked for a palm with something or to take on additional work, always pronounced yes. Even when he was going by a many tiresome treatment, he always finished a indicate of removing all finished previously and worrying about withdrawal others in a lurch. And still handling to write entertaining, desirous articles.

Dave truly was one of a kind. He was an impulse to me, both in his career as a record publisher and in his long, dauntless conflict with cancer. we do and will continue to skip him deeply.

Dan Worth

Dave was a honestly good bloke and a illusory author and a universe is a poorer for his passing. He had that singular present for not usually observant a stupidity in many of life though being means to communicate it in difference with a wit that could operation between antacid and satirical to stupid and surreal.

Indeed, many days in a bureau concerned someone saying, ‘have we review Dave’s latest square on The INQUIRER, it’s hilarious’, before a whole group would stop what they were doing and unvarying detonate into laughter. we will always remember Dave for this talent as good as being a entirely decent guy – many really one of a good guys – and we feel celebrated to have been means to work alongside him. Cheers Dave.

Mark Samuels

Dave was a good chap. We both started out in broadcasting around a spin of a millennium, when we worked on apart magazines during Incisive. we used to hang about during a coffee machine, looking for people to plod around with and Dave was always a peaceful participant. We connected over a adore of song and Curb Your Enthusiasm.

He was a shining publisher and had one essential member to his armoury that many writers skip – comedy. Some people are naturally humorous and Dave had that gift. Rarer still, he could write laughable copy. Even some-more uniquely, he could write gag-laden duplicate about craving record and his possess really personal struggles with cancer.

Most importantly, Dave was a good friend. He was warm, courteous and superb company. He grabbed life, though life, unfortunately, chose not to squeeze him back. He’s left us distant too early, nonetheless we feel celebrated to have been partial of his world. I’ll always demeanour behind on a time together and smile. Rest easy, matey.

James Murray

It is tough to write about Dave, even in a saddest of circumstances, though smiling a little.

I was propitious adequate to work with Dave during VNU and afterwards Incisive Media from 2005 until he became a freelancer. He was all we would wish for in a co-worker and a friend: considerate, kind, and inexhaustible with his time and advice, even when operative with a immature publisher usually starting out in a industry.

And he was funny, he was usually so funny. Funny in print, humorous online, and humorous in person. Laugh out shrill funny, solemnly funny, acerbically funny, and, fundamentally given what he had to face over a past decade, darkly funny.

I can still remember jokes and stories Dave told over a decade ago. There are not many people we can contend that about.

I have a outrageous volume to appreciate Dave for. He played a partial in many happy, somewhat epicurean memories, from a mid-noughties, before a financial pile-up put paid to a journalistic excellence days of a early finish and a PR celebration circuit. He was always on palm with virtuoso advice, be it personal or career-focused. He taught me how to be a improved writer, especially by his unerring ability to mix honestly humorous lines with serious, shrewd analysis. And his song recommendations still bear a sizeable impress on my collection.

Like all a best reporters – and Dave was one of a best – he was curious, intent with a world, and searingly honest. His blog on a cancer he was forced to live with for over a decade was all those things and more. It was apparently heart-breakingly sad, though it still buzzed with Dave’s measureless humanity. And yes, it was funny.

I DMd him final month to apologize for not being in hold some-more in new years, and even when confronting such a formidable time he came behind with a respond that was kind, generous, and that we will prolonged treasure.

Dave’s Twitter bio read: “Of Mice, Memory Chemotherapy. Freelance IT journalist. News Editor. Sick to genocide of Ruddy Thyroid Cancer. Hit me on my beeper”. It takes not a small wit and a ruin of a lot of bravery to write a line concurrently that clever, that sad, and yes, that funny. we like to consider Dave would wish us to remember that wit and courage, and laugh a little.

Phil Muncaster

I initial met Dave when we assimilated IT Week behind in 2005 and he stood out from a rest of a group immediately — especially since his arm was in a expel after an astonishing spin of events during a five-a-side game. Over a subsequent few years, we schooled many some-more than a residence character from Dave. we schooled that we should never take yourself, your work, or your life too severely — that humour and affability can get we as distant as you’ll ever need to go. The rest is gloriously unprintable. We had a blast. I’ll skip we pal.

Roland Moore-Colyer

Dave was a hero.

Despite all he faced with cancer Dave still managed to hit out laughable nonetheless ominous news stories and articles on all demeanour of subjects, that never unsuccessful to lift a devious laugh with me and many others.

When we initial started essay for a INQUIRER, Dave offering a apartment of support as good as poignant witticisms to assistance remove humour from my possess essay over my tortured puns. He was also good fun in a Skype channel, always a initial to offer support and laughable observations though vouchsafing his quarrel opposite cancer interfere, unless he was causally derisive it.

To relate Dan Worth’s comments, there was hardly a day that when by though someone praising one of Dave’s articles. Or there’d unexpected be a sputter of laughter, that when we asked what was so funny, I’d simply get “Dave” as a response.

But aside form his clarity of humour, Dave’s doggedness in doing what he desired in annoy of all serves as an instance to us all. And as a still comparatively new publisher he’s stays impulse to me and no doubt a conspirator of others.

Truly, he will be severely missed. Farewell Mr Neal, so prolonged and interjection for all a wit.



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