You drove me mad Simon. From the time you ripped my Hitchhikers Guide book in half when we were 17 and I had to throw you out of the house, to the big row in France when you made Carol cry. But we were friends - and I always knew that if I needed someone or something or somewhere to run to, you would be there for me, no questions asked. Who will listen to our drunking guitar playing now? I'm glad you are at peace, butI miss you Simey XXX