The Man Who Got Things Done

There are a lot of people who knew Jim Taylor better than me. There are a lot of people who have paid tribute more eloquently than I can. I was first introduced to JT by Richard Tresidder, whose own appreciation in the Nottingham Post neatly summed up his talent, his determination and his refusal to allow a long-term health problem to get in the way of either driving Nottingham forwards or making mirth.

Richard Williams, in The Guardian, rightly brought the passing of a great provincial planner to national attention, while Tim Garratt shared those inimitable 'Jim-isms' in his blog.

Today we said goodbye to Jim. What such a notoriously publicity-shy character would have made of a St Mary's Church packed to the rafters, of poignant memories, warm tributes and gales of laughter, I don't know.

The humour I'm sure he would have appreciated. The formality would have been something to be mercilessly sent up.

He did that to me on more than one occasion. I picked his brain on many stories about regeneration and economic development, and liked to think the odd one might have contained a few grains of insight. JT had a way of letting you know when they didnt. On the morning one of my more epic efforts was published - an epic whch quoted a particular individual at length - the phone rang. The caller didn't say who he was, but the nature of the charming put-down needed no introduction. "I see you've been drinking deeply from the pipette of his wisdom again," he chuckled.

The gentle de-construction which followed made it clear that this particular epic had all the substance of tomorrow's chip-paper.

Jim could, of course, see the bigger picture in a way that a mere hack couldn't. Along with numerous other victims, he would summon me for coffee and begin with something along the lines of "I want to discuss something - and I can see the headlines now". At that point, I'd realise I was in for several weeks of toil at the hands of a man far more exact and demanding than any editor I've come across.

Jim's energy (hinted at by Eddie Neale in a warm eulogy) could be both demanding and infectious. He was intolerant of people who were either uncommitted or in it for something other than the greater good.

Meeting his standards was not easy (and will be harder still with his passing). It required you to set aside sectional interest and see that bigger picture. Feathers would be ruffled, risks would be taken. And things would be achieved.

The tram (his personal train set, as Geoff Williams, from the Sneinton 'Academy' put it) should shield the city from some of the long-term costs of traffic congestion. The Market Square is a provincial jewel. The rejuvenation of the Forest Recreation Ground righted a wrong.

The work that Jim put into Nottingham Ambassadors and - in particular - the Invest in Nottingham Club - should not be under-estimated, either. In a city where mutual suspicion between public sector and private sector has got in the way of progress, the Club has provided some crucial economic development glue at a critical time.

Jim's abiliy to empathise with other people's problems was, perhaps, a mirror of his own sensitivities. But his unvarnished commitment to doing right by Nottingham meant he was entitled to be sensitive. You cannot argue with his achievements, and nor should you - like him, they are there to be celebrated.

Nottingham is a better place because of Jim Taylor. Lives have been enriched by him, as Eddie Neale said. Pomposity has been punctured, mischief has been made, riotous fun has been had. And progress has been made.

Summing Jim up in one sentence is not easy. As his sons put it at the end of today's celebration: "He was the man who got things done."