A 'good' funeral today, with a full church to see Mr B off; highlight was the flypast as they lowered his coffin into the ground - an S76, a Bell 412, a Super Puma and, scurrying to catch up, a Bo117. Brian Collison and Richard Burman spoke in the church, but the best speech was by one of his renal nurses who confessed she'd thought of murdering him (a) with a golf club and (b) by throwing him in the pool, but she loved him anyway. Bryan Collins made an informal speech at Bramley Golf Club afterwards, and caught the tone just right; a difficult boss, always right, but a doer of deeds. Lots of oldish chaps there starting conversations with, 'I haven't seen you since...' And Steve Bond turned up, which was nice. A fitting exit.