He was the kind of man who would either have you doubled up with laughter or backing away nervously if you met him on the street.

But whatever your reaction when you encountered the legend known as Chicken George, this city is without doubt a less colourful place with his passing.

The man born 86 years ago as plain old George Webb became well-known on the streets of Worcester for his peculiar bird-like dancing to the music of buskers -- hence the affectionate moniker he bore until his death last week.

It must be said that not everyone appreciated his unique interpretation of their music - and his tendency to curse a blue streak often didn't go down well, either.

But many Worcester people cherished this character who had become so identified with the city that his image even featured on postcards and paintings.

Publicans and drinkers in the many hostelries he frequented will certainly miss his wit and wisdom, while any female who caught his eye will remember the charm of a real ladies' man.

And Worcester's Remembrance Day parades won't be the same without the presence of the fierce patriot who often recounted how he got a bayonet in his head at Dunkirk.

In fact, there are thousands of people whose lives were touched by Chicken George, a man with an irrepressible sense of humour who retained his cheerful demeanour right until the end.

He may be gone, but his memory will live on for some time yet.