It was with great sadness that I reported the passing of an old friend on 26th September 2006.
Known universally for his badge collecting, a passion which culminated in the badge collectors' "bible",
"Head-dress Badges of the British Army" which he wrote with Arthur Kipling.
Virtually every auction catalogue and dealers list today refer to badges by their KK number.


Born 15th, November, 1921 Hugh enjoyed a happy childhood in Farnham where his father owned a gentlemen's hairdressing salon. In 1940, he was the first man to join Farnham's newly formed Local Defence Volunteers. As soon as he was able, Hugh volunteered for the Royal Air Force and to his surprise, he was top of his intake and promoted Corporal with lightening speed. On completion of his training he was posted to Canada where he served for several years.

After the war Hugh returned to Farnham and rejoined the family hairdressing firm and took it over when his father retired. It was shortly after his return from the war that he met his true sweetheart, Pamela, who was to become his constant companion and beloved wife for nearly 50 years.

It was during these early days of marriage that Hugh started really collecting badges. Ideally placed, cutting the hair of retired Officers, over the next 50 years he amassed the largest badge collection in the world. He numbered several Generals and many other senior Officers among his clientele but his favourite was the great "Monty" whom he so greatly admired. In March 1976, the Field Marshal was gravely ill in bed so Hugh kindly travelled to cut his hair hair one last time; Monty passed away a few days later.

Hugh was the founder and Chairman of the Aldershot Militaria Society and became its President; he was a great inspiration to many members and the Society flourished under his leadership. He was also an accomplished piper.

Shrewd but kind, he was always ready to share his great knowledge with others and so often helped me during our friendship which extended over a quarter of a century. Many years ago, he requested that when the time came, Bosleys should handle the sale of his famous collection. We are privileged and honoured to undertake this Herculean task.

A gentleman of the old school has now gone. Farewell.

Steven Bosley