John lived in Buxton and I once played hell with him when I found out he was dossing at the airport so he could get to work on time (in Burnley of all places!)...he kipped on my settee for a few weeks and was, as you’d expect, excellent company. We didn’t agree on everything but we’d waffle long into the evenings debating stuff. Very clever man with a wicked sense of humour. Lost a good mate when he went.