I first remember Geoff from Monday evenings at the Plume of Feathers, Princetown - about 30 years ago; Geoff would wander around the pub singing his saucy songs and being the beacon around whom people gathered. When I moved to Stonehouse about 10 years or more ago, I bumped into Geoff again on a Tuesday evening down the Artillery Arms, and he got me back into folk singing. There will be a big empty space on the seat on Tuesdays, now, but we will carry on in his memory. God speed.