I have very many happy memories of you Sam. A few things spring immediately to mind: - Ginger biscuits and tea at Nearcliffe Road while you tried very patiently to teach me to play chess when I was around 10, the years of disbelief and teasing about the fact I was always *terrible* at chess, and the trips to play bottom board for South Bradford 'A' when I was a teenager to pick up wins by default when the other team's bottom board didn't turn up - Being a father figure to me as I went through a variety of adolescent (and post-adolescent) dramas, with seemingly endless empathy, perspective, and humour - Coming to Odsal with me and my mum to watch Bradford play St Helens, beginning her love of Rugby League, but also never letting me forget that I once said that 'rugby is a game for people like me who aren't skilled enough to play football' :) - The endless, enjoyably heated conversations about current affairs and politics - Civilisations I, II, and III; Sid Meier has a lot to answer for! I'm sad that so many people I love and who would get on with you so very well will never meet you, and I'm going to miss your perspective on things very much; you will be spoken of warmly as long as I live.