In Memoriam David Armstrong (May 2014)   Friendship’s pointless if it’s analysed. It flows, or ought to, seamlessly, from day to day. When, however, day closes down under time’s dictates, you cannot help but look back on it; then words are constrained that consider it because they deal, and must, with both the living and the dead. On one hand, the unearned aggrandisement of grief, on the other, the challenge of a tribute feared to be inadequate no matter what is said.   David, unlike the rest of us, didn’t choose his avocation, or stumble on it at Someone else’s…