I was really sad to hear that Bobby had died. I only really knew of him through Five Hand Reel. For a couple of years they were virtually residents at the Half Moon in Putney. When me and my mates were around 18 or 19, Friday night was Five Hand night. 6 or 7 of us, none of us sweaties, pissed as rats bellowing 'I Will Go' down the Lower Richmond Road at half past eleven. Dancing in the pissing rain in Lancashire at the July Wakes Festival in Chorley. Trading insults with punks from Guildford outside the Nashville in West Kensington. Wondering where the hell everyone had gone at Kingston Poly. Chatting up Danish birds at Cambridge.

Happy days. Thanks, mate.