Sad news indeed - Fortunately or not , not having seen the Struttster for a while, my memories are still of the cuban-heeled, angellicaly curled, chinless grinner, who knew everything and was much smarter than the average bloke- loved a laugh as well.

The last time I remember being with the lad, we were for some obscure reason driving up to Essex University for a gig with Bob Pegg, this was in the seventies. As we progressed through the rain the scratchy car radio began pounding some rock that was a complete change to what we had been listening to, but faded in and out frustratingly - 'who do you reckon that was I asked the musical sage' - fuck off came the ready reply, that bass line can only be the Stones' - as it was, a track from Goat's Head Soup- knew his stuff that boy. May he rest in peace.