I've scoured my photographs for one of us together. I know I've got some but they are proving elusive. You were a one off Michael, naughty and full of mischief. Remember stringing my knickers all over your mums house and it took me ages to cotton on. Dancing round Rotherham on a Sunday night and I will never forget our naughty word game with Sam's abacus. You will be truly missed Michael, rest in eternal peace until we meet again.