We all miss him, reefrat. Our virtual crewroom wasn't built to last so it is crumbling away with the years, damp seeping through its asbestos roof, condensation on the single-skin brickwork, glass cracked in its metal windowframes, our old stove cold and rusting, beside it a worn armchair that cannot be filled again. We're fortunate to have known Danny and those who went before, and we treasure our memories.