I feel like a part of meís just gone missing. This guy was with me from my teens until very recently. I last saw him when I was lucky enough to win tickets to a recording session for the Magic band at Londonís Maida Vale studios, in July.
He was very amiable to all of us who went along for the session and very witty.
I listened to his radio station most every evening he was broadcasting.
He was also the only DJ to reply with a handwritten letter when I made enquiries about a band, in the seventies.
He attended our school in my sixth year there and spoke to us for a couple of hours about anything we wanted to.
He was truly one of the good guys. His loss, to me, is right now immeasurable.