Poor Martin.....gone and apparently remembered on Mudcat rather like Oliver Cromwell in Ireland.

Friendship is a funny thing though. Every frienship has its limits, and life being what it is, and us humans being what we are - we generally test friendships limits, usually without meaning to.

For a while we were Martin's friend - just by being here. It wasn't perfect - but which friendship is? Imperfection is written into the blueprint somewhere.