A Memoir by his brother, Nigel FitzHugh
Born 16th June 1942, Terrick, or 'Tick' as I knew him, was
always ahead of the other boys at school both physically and
mentally. Being large for his age meant that he was usually
picked for sports teams although he wasn't particularly keen on
sport. The only team he didn't mind being in was the school
rowing eight and he represented his school and his Oxford
College at Henley Royal Regatta several times.
He attended St Edward's School, Oxford, and was head boy
without a lot of effort. He unilaterally changed the uniform
rules for head boys so that he could wear a suit instead of the
boring school jacket and trousers. One teacher commented to me
that he didn't like walking across the quad with Terrick because
he made him look so shabby!
His three years at Oxford University were spent learning how to
party and make friends, for which he gained an A+ grade; work
took a low priority. He joined the Oxford University Dramatic
Society and loved being on the stage, which was no surprise as
acting was in the family. His father was a film director and his
mother was a drama teacher and leading light
of the local dramatic community. Terrick was always the life and
soul of the party with a gin and tonic in one hand and a
cigarette in the other. He would always be at the centre of
attention at a party.
After Oxford, he joined Horlicks Ltd, where he was a salesman.
He broke all previous sales records, joined forces with another
sales manager and went to live in Malta to set up a bar and a
boat hire business. At one time, he had three bars, Chains,
Terrick's and The Red Lion. He found, however, that the
customers usually came to see him personally, so he spent a lot
of time speeding between each one in his Mini Moke and in the
process gained so many speeding fines that he felt the need to
He left Malta for South Africa, where the acting came to the
fore. He made his living with film roles, voice overs (the
cigarettes and gin had given him a beautifully mellow tone),
radio and television parts and was seldom out of work. As a
brother living in the UK, I am unable to document all his work,
but I remember being very proud to see him in an international
film called Zulu Dawn (1979).
He always felt that the UK was his home and in 1990 he returned
to try his luck as an actor there. He did find work, most
notably he was in the West End play The Mousetrap, but it
was more of a struggle than it had been in RSA. He was working
for the English Theatre in Hamburg when his first illness
occurred - his partying lifestyle was catching up with him.
In October of 1992, Terrick had to be flown back from Hamburg
again and he died on the 10th of that month at St Mary's
Terrick led a very full and active life. He is sorely missed by
his family and the legions of friends he made over his lifetime.
Once known, he was never forgotten.
by Nigel FitzHugh, December 2002