One day about 15 years ago, I was at the summit of the Cairnsmore of Fleet flat topped hill of about 2300 ft high in Galloway Scotland, with my wife Francie and the late lamented Geordie MacIntyre.

A mountain biker joined us on the top & Geordie engaged him in conversation as he used to (about bicycles). Geordie had a song about a Glasgow cyclist who kept a record of every day out, every puncture & ever detail of his cycling life & proceeded to sing it to the cyclist!

The cyclist loved it & wished he could record it- then had a 'Geronimo' moment & went to his bag & produced a mobile phone & Geordie sang it again for him. It was the strangest recording session I've never attended but it shows what can be done 'in a hurry'- I wish you all the best with your effort & sympathy to your friend.