So many memories but here's a few...
When I asked "want anythin' from the market?" and you drew a plan of the market stalls of what to get where because this stall charged 3p more then the other one!
When you gave me a wedge of brie wrapped in tin foil for my birthday.
That time when I screamed so loud, a tiny mouse in my room had a heart attack and died and you came running and had to rescue me/it and dispose of the poor wee thing.
The many times I was just off to bed and you appeared ready to chat and make food and we'd stay up till all hours!
All the times you said I looked great, hot and made me feel special. One of your talents.
When I left Sheffield and you gave me a 7" "Please don't go" Yazoo and I was in tears.
When I called you up, broke, in London and you gave up your room for us, with use of your record collection and you went off out allnight, came back and made us breakfast.
You were some special person to so many of us. Days later and I am still in bits over you. Can't believe I am writing this but R.I.P. my old friend Steven 💔🙏😚
