Thank You

Just a thank you for the four individuals that have helped me to progress so far in this life besides my family.

In order.

Peter Leece. (sorry if I spelled your name wrong) but, if you had not been there, I would have gone for sure. Phht. Lights out.

Susan Liderth (that's the right spelling and I still find the idea of wrestling in the back of the Austin Maxi exciting, perhaps one day I'll get my Supertramp albums back) - like Pete, if you had not been there at that point in my life I would have vanished.

Nancy Baker (If a parallel life was possible we'd probably have three or four kids by now) but you know that's what fate is all about. God knows what would have happened if you hadn't found me in the swimming pool that night. The time in California was a magical time for me and perhaps you should have said yes in Balboa park.

Well, perhaps I should have asked properly.

Karen, my constant friend through thick and thin, you've saved me more times than I can count and I'm going to be chasing you around until the end of time. Tenerife was always meant to happen and everything changed after that, and my Crosby Marina moment of course.

Oh, and a special note to my old friend Paul Martin (no, not the ex-PM of Canada) who introduced me to Karen. A good mate and an excellent piss head.

Funny old life.