Yelling obscene, ridiculous stuff down a microphone at a video game, performing mad overtaking manoeuvres on the Bandit, chasing you up the road in your stupid little car, or voicing your hatred for those copper bracelets right in front of the man who’s selling them… You were a very, very silly man.

But you were also helpful, kind, and caring. You were always willing to lend a hand, whether to change a part, give a lift, or offer support when you were needed by me or anyone else. Not having you around will prove to be very tough. I enjoyed watching you play music in the drum room or on stage, and you were very talented.

You’ve always been around, from me being baby and forever after. You were like a brother to me, Leo, Paul, Mark and Dave, and you were always welcome in our house, beard or otherwise. Our New Year drunkness will never be quite the same.

How will we manage to play tactically on Battlefield without your leadership? Who will I teabag now? At least I already have your dog tags…

I still can’t believe you’re gone, I woke up this morning and almost convinced myself it was all a flu-induced dream. You’ll be sorely missed, John.