There was an irony to Terry going up in flames. He was probably quite flammable, pickled in beer, wine, meths, whatever. Towards the end, he was the most broken down drunk you could meet. He had more than 330 convictions and was so far down the rabbit hole in his final decade that he wasn't always safe to help. He could give you a good eyeballing and a strong handshake but he was losing his teeth. The pride that big, tall Terry once had in his appearance was gone. Plastic bags made a belt for his pants. But still, people bent over backwards to help, sensing some glimmer of redemption in the man.