I knew John very well.

When I was in transition between Manchester and Wales, I stayed at John's house for a couple of months.

John was raucous and bawdy, childish sense of humour, I was often in stitches, against my 'better' judgement at his jokes. He liked women nearly, but not quite as much, as he liked his guinness and his cigarettes. He was generous to a fault and wouldn't wittingly cause harm to a fly.

And he loved kipling and Burns and mapreading and playing chess and quiznights and writing parodies. Oh and singing folk songs as well. Of course.

I will miss him.

Catrin