The following tribute was prepared by Kevin Gurr and Leigh Bishop, Carl Spencer's good friends and comrades on the Titanic 2003 expedition. This is posted with their permission.
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Carl always introduced himself as ‘Just a Plumber from Dudley’ to anyone he met in the diving world. Carl, Leigh and I laughed at our ‘handles’, the Plumber, the Fireman and the Diving Instructor. My memory blurs trying to recall the amount of times the three of us were together on some boat or in some bar laughing at the day’s events.
Who was Carl Spencer? My first real meeting with Carl was in 1997 ironically after my Britannic expedition. He explained his ambition was to dive the wreck. That ambition became a reality very quickly.
Carl seemed to have boundless energy. What ever he dreamed up just happened. One dream turned into a lasting contact with James Cameron and the three of us chatting in a bar in a London Hotel — very surreal! The contact with James led to the Carl, Leigh and I making a trip to Titanic. Carl and I spending 12 hours locked together in a MIR submarine, a life-changing experience that wouldn’t have happened to us without Carl. In fact, as I think about it, Leigh and I agree, there so many ‘that wouldn’t have happened without Carls’. From freezing our back sides off 400 miles above the Arctic Circle, playing with 2 Navy mine sweepers, looking for the midget submarine X5, to an amazing 2 weeks spent sailing around Vanuatu with Carl, Vikki and Ben watching volcanoes erupt in the fading evening light.
Carl always had a plan. There was always a next event and you just knew it would happen at sometime.
His generosity to others was just natural. He was never gregarious or overt he just quietly helped where he could.
Carl was a unique individual in the diving industry. There was no take, it was all give. This was possible because there was no ego to fuel. He always doubted his abilities which made him a very humble individual deep down, which in hind-site was always ridiculous. He was constantly genuinely amazed when the next contact became a reality ‘Kev I can’t believe it. I am talking to the European Space Agency and I’m just a bloody Plumber’.
Outwardly, for someone that didn’t drink you would swear he did. Dive trips were a constant round of laughter and humorous ridicule for anyone present. Often pointed inwards, Carl would make as much fun of himself.
As a diver he was among the best. Like so few he listened and learned. His projects were meticulously organised with safety being paramount. Diving was more than a passion for him. He was one of the few modern Explorers in an unforgiving environment akin only to space exploration. Eventually, sadly, like so many explorers he paid the price for his endeavours.
As family men we often discussed the risks involved in what we did. While there was always a healthy respect in the background, Carl was always confident in his ability and would have stopped in a heart beat if he doubted anything or thought he was putting his family at risk.
I was always impressed with Carls’ love of his family. Where ever we were he would find a way to contact home. We even discussed trying to do a Sat phone uplink from 2 ½ miles underwater on Titanic via the MIR’s comms system ‘how cool would it be if I could phone Vikki and Ben?’
Obviously Carl's loss will affect may people. His family will bear the brunt of this but the diving industry whether they know it or not will also suffer, Carl would have gone on to do many extraordinary things.
As for the rest of us his friends and dive buddies, I am sure we all feel the same - at a loss is an understatement. There will be many long discussions into the night, many drinks passing hands, in some cases tears but in many cases laughter.
And this is how Carl should be remembered, with as many good memories as possible, with as much laughter as possible.
The last time I saw Carl the flash bugger landed his helicopter in a field near my house. As he was about to take off several hours later and after discussions about the impending Britannic expedition, film work and space flight he again reminded me he was ‘just a Plumber from Dudley’.
I didn’t believe it then and I am sure Leigh and I never will.