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
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, still alive at 88, 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 move on.
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 life-style 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 Hospital, Paddington.
Terrick lead 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