Reeeeyynus?
The trumpet never worked, and I could never master it even though I had a laugh trying after a few drinks to many with Adrie in the corridor.
I will miss the coffee mornings and the cigarette in your office and the always wise and kind advice you gave me, like I was your son.
Dinners at lanterns and the odd trip for a "haircut" at the Sherlocks and best the cooking sessions at your home and the barbeques by the pool.
I could not make it this Thursday as much as I would have loved to see Adrie, Jack and Andrea, and little Thomas you were so proud of, to share with them the pain of this loss.
Can someone pour the man a beer and make sure it has 2 fingers of foam please!
Take care!