Bugger. A twinkling bundle of mischief who would always lift the heart and fill the room. The sort of person your mother warned you never to play with, but such fun and so very kind too. I’ll miss the daft chats about Wagner, whisky and Wicca, the parodies and the serious songs, the laughs and the tales of the sea. The world is a duller place without him.
He epitomised what was best about this place.