Letter: Film-maker Stephen Dwoskin remained 'funny, crabby and opinionated,' writes Naseem Khan

It's been tempting to believe that Steve Dwoskin was indestructible. But if the spirit has anything to do with survival, then it is not surprising that he made a final score that surprised even his doctors. I first met Steve in the 1970s, when I was on Time Out and he was a doyen of the underground film world. He was hugely attractive – wry, curious, witty and exuberant. The fact that he was on crutches he regarded as neither a bitter blow nor something to affect to ignore. He accepted and used his physical state creatively on film, making it a prism through which he approached so much he found keenly interesting in the world. His energy made him constantly seek out alternative outlets when other avenues closed – lighter equipment when his hands gave way, writing, painting, designing. In recent years the humiliations to which social care subjected him – forcing him (a night-owl) to be put to bed around the time a three-year-old would be – outraged him; but he remained funny, crabby, opinionated, kind and unflinchingly honest.