True gentleman, truly missed, but will be remembered with a smile at every breath of song.

One memory is of his crafting of one of the final paragraphs of Joyce's Finnegan's Wake into a song. He used to preface it by saying it was an example of the lyrical nature of Joyce's writing:

'Forgivemequick, I'm going! Bubye!
And you, pluck your watch, forgetmenot.
Your evenlode. So save to jurna's end!
My sights are swimming thicker on me
by the shadows to this place.
I sow home slowly now by own way, moy-valley way.
Towy I too, rathmine.

Ah, but she was the queer old skeowsha anyhow,
Anna Livia, trinkettoes!
And sure he was the quare old buntz too,
Dear Dirty Dumpling,
foostherfather of fingalls and dotthergills.
Gammer and gaffer we're all their gangsters.

Hadn't he seven dams to wive him?
And every dam had her seven crutches.
And every crutch had its seven hues.
And each hue had a differing cry.

Sudds for me and supper for you
and the doctor's bill for Joe John.'

Forgivemequick I'm going, bubye

See ya Al and thanks for being an inspiration.
Derek