There are too many stories to count. There was the time he and I accidentally cooked a three course meal based entirely around cheese. We didn't realise quite how much cheese until we served it to our guests. We all felt quite unwell afterwards...

I remember him coming back from a week sailing and being unable to stand up without swaying. I have a feeling he may have fallen over while trying to brush his teeth.

I remember his mad dancing, I suspect we ruined the dancing for everyone else at Bruno and Amy's wedding...

I remember trying to drive his Ford Capris - a hotrod with a stupidly large engine and terrible handling. You could tell how fast it was going just by watching the petrol gage dropping.

I remember his love for Anja, and his gradual realization that she was rather brilliant and perhaps he shouldn't have dumped her...

I remember taking a daft idea and extending it, logically, as far as it could go and the ensuing laughter.

I remember games on the PlayStation (1) that were brilliant, and made all the more brilliant by sharing with him.

I remember holidays, pubs, fancy dress parties, long meaningful conversations, sports and his vitality for life. I miss him.