Still trying to get my head around never seeing you again. I'll miss our trips by train and bus all over the place looking for CDs and DVDs, our meals out in Weatherspoons chatting about rugby, football and family. You wouldn't go anywhere else than Weatherspoons and we visited a few on our travels.  I'll remember a kind Brother who would give you his last pound if you needed it, without even needing to ask, a Brother who loved music and never had a bad word for anyone, hated gossip and bad people.

A Brother who was there for me at my lowest points in life and of course from the younger years, those demin jackets that Mum refused to sew the heavy metal patches too.

Rock On Big Bro. X