I'd like to add my thanks - I have enjoyed reading the tributes to Malcom and his own words.

We were teenagers together in South London. Our lives became very different - a mum and teacher in the Cotswolds and a bachelor and illustrator in Sheffield, but we kept in contact through the ups and downs in our lives, with drinks in the pub whenever I was in Yorkshire.

Malcolm was always a kind and life affirming friend.

I am not suprised, but grateful, for the esteem shown for Malcom by your community. All the facets that you speak of were apparent to our group of teenage friends - his intellectual rigour, truth telling and originality, challenged and inspired us to follow our interests and look at life straight on. His drawings and the odd statuette enthralled us. I remember his grandma's banjo and I think a home made hurdy gurdy - lots of wet sunday afternoons with a youthful, horde packed in his bedroom listening to music, arguing about books and laughing.

Life was much richer with Malcom and will be poorer without him.