Christine Tongue: A tribute to my friend Philip Osment whose plays changed lives

Broadstairs playwright Philip Osment

My friend Philip Osment has just died.

He was active. He rode his bike around Broadstairs. He wrote plays and directed them. But he had a hidden disability – his lungs were not his own.

Two and a half years ago he had a lung transplant, still a pioneering operation with a 50% chance of failure.

He needed the transplant because he had fibrosis of the lungs – his was “idiopathic”, which basically means the medics have no idea why it happened.

But after diagnosis he went on with his life, lugging oxygen around with him – you may have seen him on the seafront cheerfully making light of a very serious complaint.

Then came the chance of a transplant. Twice he was blue-lighted to Papworth hospital only to find the donated lung wasn’t suitable and he had to keep waiting.

As his friend, I found each time nerve wracking – the odds on survival are so bad.

But third time lucky, one large lung on offer and it was suitable.

He came through it with flying colours and began working hard to regain his health.

Philip’s plays are on important issues such as knife crime and mental health. He worked with young people to gather material and tried to tell the truth about their experiences.

His play “Fathers Inside” was based on work he did with young fathers in a Kent prison, and the agony of being separated from their children.

His plays changed lives.

“This Island is Mine” was written in the eighties about people’s attitudes to gay people and is on stage in London at the moment in a revival season.

Someone who saw it thirty years ago gave a touching tribute to how it changed his life and gave him hope as a gay man.

Fortunately Philip lived long enough to go to the first night. Unfortunately, the revival will now become a memorial.

If you have a transplant you are in constant danger of infection and rejection of the new organ.

Drugs combat both to a certain extent but the immune system has to be suppressed in order to not reject the lung. And that opens you up to infection.

A cold can turn into something much more serious and a transplanted lung is much more vulnerable than one you grew yourself.

So one week Philip was planning a new play with a northern theatre group and the next he was in hospital with pneumonia. This resulted in a collapsed lung and cardiac arrest.

He died on Friday, but having benefited from someone’s else’s lung he himself became an organ donor, so by now his useable organs are, I hope, giving someone else a new lease of life.

I hope they also get Philip’s warmth, generosity and good humour in the face of his final adversity.

“This Island’s Mine” by Philip Osment is at the Kings Head theatre until June 8. https://www.ardenttheatre.co.uk/this-islands-mine-main

3 Comments

  1. Very sad. Philip was a lovely man and always cheerful and positive. It always gave me a positive buzz to see him around Broadstairs after his transplant enjoying life. Not just as a playwright but as an organ donor he will be helping others live a better life. Love xxx

  2. A beautiful tribute. Thank you for writing this. I worked with Philip many years ago and it was a memorable experience and I learned so much from him. Very shocked and saddened by his passing.

  3. Philip was one of my first music students in the early 60s……he was taught the piano in his home in north Devon and practised on an old American organ! He was a lovely young man and came from a loving family. I shall always remember him as someone who was keen to learn and he was so gentle. I last saw him at his mum’s funeral and was so happy he recognised me after so many years! RIP Philip.

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