Dear, dear Simon. I have thought of little else today.
It seems bizarre to consider a world without you in it.
Although I know we hadn’t had much contact over the last ten years, but you were often in my thoughts.
You were a real gentleman, modest about your gifts, a great drummer, cyclist and sculptor.
I wish just one more time we could ‘bunk off’ a lecture and spend the afternoon in the Marquis of Granby chewing the fat.
Maybe one day.
i’m so sad to hear this.