onald knew how to wear a suit. In fact, he’d be proud to see so many good suits here today. He was indeed a sharp dresser, whether casual, business or on stage. He defined style for most of us, and I dare say there’s not a man here who hasn’t at some time wished he could be Donald Hosie, if only for a minute, an hour or a day. Not just for the impeccable fashion sense, what was on the Outside. There was another reason. For the INNER man too. Because like his clothes-sense, the inner man was sharp as well. No frills... lean and strong, with an uprightness that let you know what’s what without many words having to be spoken. He was the mod ethos personified. The Face, in every way. It was second nature to him, without even trying, which is the only way that counts. I first met Don in the early seventies, as a lean, energetic, creative, enthusiastic teenager. When we last met, just before Christmas, nearly thirty years later, when most of us had lost whatever edge we might have once had as kids, he was just as lean, energetic, creative and enthusiastic. And as ever, his ideas were still his own. Never for Donald the easy path of letting someone else make up his mind for him. He had exceptional energy for everything he did. For his family and friends, for football, music, clothes, incredibly beautiful girls. For life.... He enjoyed cooking, he enjoyed wine, he thrived on organising parties, dinners, gigs. It was impossible to be with Donald for any length of time and not have a good time. The Restless Boy, as brother Gary fondly wrote in song. But he was more, much more, than merely the sum of all these parts. Which is why he was such a rare friend. He knew right from wrong. He was cultured. Articulate. Kind. Brave. Steadfast. Charismatic.Champion of the underdog. And therein lies his greatness. A leader. A warrior prince, no less, who led by example. A true prince among men. Even moreso, because he achieved all that he did, became everything that he was, through his own efforts - and of course the love and support of his family. There could never be two Donalds, and most people never knew even the one. How lucky we are. Just as he was an inspiration in life, we must, and will, continue his legacy in his absence. Live with his sense of justice, strength of purpose. The energy, the imagination, the good humour, the loyalty that he showed us. As we go through life, people will tell you their secret inspirations, their personal highs. I saw the Who in 1965, maybe, they’ll say, or the Sets in Sydney. They’re pretty hard acts to follow. But we’ve got something better than anything else. We can say we had the honour of calling Donald Hosie a friend. The Restless Boy is resting now. But his name lives on, in our hearts and our minds, made stronger and purer for knowing and loving him.

onald knew how to wear a suit. In fact, he’d be proud to see so many good suits here today. He was indeed a sharp dresser, whether casual, business or on stage. He defined style for most of us, and I dare say there’s not a man here who hasn’t at some time wished he could be Donald Hosie, if only for a minute, an hour or a day. Not just for the impeccable fashion sense, what was on the Outside. There was another reason. For the INNER man too. Because like his clothes-sense, the inner man was sharp as well. No frills... lean and strong, with an uprightness that let you know what’s what without many words having to be spoken. He was the mod ethos personified. The Face, in every way. It was second nature to him, without even trying, which is the only way that counts. I first met Don in the early seventies, as a lean, energetic, creative, enthusiastic teenager. When we last met, just before Christmas, nearly thirty years later, when most of us had lost whatever edge we might have once had as kids, he was just as lean, energetic, creative and enthusiastic. And as ever, his ideas were still his own. Never for Donald the easy path of letting someone else make up his mind for him. He had exceptional energy for everything he did. For his family and friends, for football, music, clothes, incredibly beautiful girls. For life.... He enjoyed cooking, he enjoyed wine, he thrived on organising parties, dinners, gigs. It was impossible to be with Donald for any length of time and not have a good time. The Restless Boy, as brother Gary fondly wrote in song. But he was more, much more, than merely the sum of all these parts. Which is why he was such a rare friend. He knew right from wrong. He was cultured. Articulate. Kind. Brave. Steadfast. Charismatic.Champion of the underdog. And therein lies his greatness. A leader. A warrior prince, no less, who led by example. A true prince among men. Even moreso, because he achieved all that he did, became everything that he was, through his own efforts - and of course the love and support of his family. There could never be two Donalds, and most people never knew even the one. How lucky we are. Just as he was an inspiration in life, we must, and will, continue his legacy in his absence. Live with his sense of justice, strength of purpose. The energy, the imagination, the good humour, the loyalty that he showed us. As we go through life, people will tell you their secret inspirations, their personal highs. I saw the Who in 1965, maybe, they’ll say, or the Sets in Sydney. They’re pretty hard acts to follow. But we’ve got something better than anything else. We can say we had the honour of calling Donald Hosie a friend. The Restless Boy is resting now. But his name lives on, in our hearts and our minds, made stronger and purer for knowing and loving him.

onald knew how to wear a suit. In fact, he’d be proud to see so many good suits here today. He was indeed a sharp dresser, whether casual, business or on stage. He defined style for most of us, and I dare say there’s not a man here who hasn’t at some time wished he could be Donald Hosie, if only for a minute, an hour or a day. Not just for the impeccable fashion sense, what was on the Outside. There was another reason. For the INNER man too. Because like his clothes-sense, the inner man was sharp as well. No frills... lean and strong, with an uprightness that let you know what’s what without many words having to be spoken. He was the mod ethos personified. The Face, in every way. It was second nature to him, without even trying, which is the only way that counts. I first met Don in the early seventies, as a lean, energetic, creative, enthusiastic teenager. When we last met, just before Christmas, nearly thirty years later, when most of us had lost whatever edge we might have once had as kids, he was just as lean, energetic, creative and enthusiastic. And as ever, his ideas were still his own. Never for Donald the easy path of letting someone else make up his mind for him. He had exceptional energy for everything he did. For his family and friends, for football, music, clothes, incredibly beautiful girls. For life.... He enjoyed cooking, he enjoyed wine, he thrived on organising parties, dinners, gigs. It was impossible to be with Donald for any length of time and not have a good time. The Restless Boy, as brother Gary fondly wrote in song. But he was more, much more, than merely the sum of all these parts. Which is why he was such a rare friend. He knew right from wrong. He was cultured. Articulate. Kind. Brave. Steadfast. Charismatic.Champion of the underdog. And therein lies his greatness. A leader. A warrior prince, no less, who led by example. A true prince among men. Even moreso, because he achieved all that he did, became everything that he was, through his own efforts - and of course the love and support of his family. There could never be two Donalds, and most people never knew even the one. How lucky we are. Just as he was an inspiration in life, we must, and will, continue his legacy in his absence. Live with his sense of justice, strength of purpose. The energy, the imagination, the good humour, the loyalty that he showed us. As we go through life, people will tell you their secret inspirations, their personal highs. I saw the Who in 1965, maybe, they’ll say, or the Sets in Sydney. They’re pretty hard acts to follow. But we’ve got something better than anything else. We can say we had the honour of calling Donald Hosie a friend. The Restless Boy is resting now. But his name lives on, in our hearts and our minds, made stronger and purer for knowing and loving him.

Donald knew how to wear a suit. In fact, he’d be proud to see so many good suits here today. He was indeed a sharp dresser, whether casual, business or on stage. He defined style for most of us, and I dare say there’s not a man here who hasn’t at some time wished he could be Donald Hosie, if only for a minute, an hour or a day. Not just for the impeccable fashion sense, what was on the Outside. There was another reason. For the INNER man too. Because like his clothes-sense, the inner man was sharp as well. No frills... lean and strong, with an uprightness that let you know what’s what without many words having to be spoken. He was the mod ethos personified. The Face, in every way. It was second nature to him, without even trying, which is the only way that counts. I first met Don in the early seventies, as a lean, energetic, creative, enthusiastic teenager. When we last met, just before Christmas, nearly thirty years later, when most of us had lost whatever edge we might have once had as kids, he was just as lean, energetic, creative and enthusiastic. And as ever, his ideas were still his own. Never for Donald the easy path of letting someone else make up his mind for him. He had exceptional energy for everything he did. For his family and friends, for football, music, clothes, incredibly beautiful girls. For life.... He enjoyed cooking, he enjoyed wine, he thrived on organising parties, dinners, gigs. It was impossible to be with Donald for any length of time and not have a good time. The Restless Boy, as brother Gary fondly wrote in song. But he was more, much more, than merely the sum of all these parts. Which is why he was such a rare friend. He knew right from wrong. He was cultured. Articulate. Kind. Brave. Steadfast. Charismatic.Champion of the underdog. And therein lies his greatness. A leader. A warrior prince, no less, who led by example. A true prince among men. Even moreso, because he achieved all that he did, became everything that he was, through his own efforts - and of course the love and support of his family. There could never be two Donalds, and most people never knew even the one. How lucky we are. Just as he was an inspiration in life, we must, and will, continue his legacy in his absence. Live with his sense of justice, strength of purpose. The energy, the imagination, the good humour, the loyalty that he showed us. As we go through life, people will tell you their secret inspirations, their personal highs. I saw the Who in 1965, maybe, they’ll say, or the Sets in Sydney. They’re pretty hard acts to follow. But we’ve got something better than anything else. We can say we had the honour of calling Donald Hosie a friend. The Restless Boy is resting now. But his name lives on, in our hearts and our minds, made stronger and purer for knowing and loving him.