So sad I couldn't get up to London for the funeral, Diz was my wayward mentor in my youth when I slept on his floor and tagged along on his adventures.
Over the Pyrenees in one of his ancient limos, me and Johnny Silvo in the back with the massive detached engine bonnet, Dave [?] driving, trying to keep some momentum, and Diz...sitting on the mudguard pouring water into the boiling radiator as we careered around precipitous hairpin bends.
On one of the last occasions I phoned him in hospital and asked him how it was going he said " Dear Boy, there's 96 tiles on this ceiling!".
Thanks Diz.