Don't worry Michael. The story made me laugh and I wanted to share it. Let's move on. I hope there are more memories of Peter to be revealed.

I remember the last time I saw him. He cut a distinctive figure standing outside Preston bus station, a street map blowing wildly in the wind. He was looking for the Unicorn, the home of Preston Folk Club, and we walked there together.

He was in a good mood despite his bus journey. After enquiring about bus times, he had travelled into Keighley to catch his bus. So he was not at all pleased to find that it then took him straight back to Haworth!

I was on my home from work - I only lived around the corner. I had already had tea but wanted to go home and change. I still remember the pained expression on his face when I said I would leave him at the pub. He must have thought that, although I knew very well who he was, I did not consider him to be worth staying to see. I had to reassure him that I was indeed coming back to see him, and looking forward to it too. I think it was a glimpse of his insecurity.