I am writing this only now as it takes a while to go through those different stages following the death of a friend. Andrew was not only my friend, he was a housemate, a gig buddy, a creative partner, a great musician, more learned than others in our group often. I remember the scolding I got when I carelessly mixed up Aztecs and Incas.

We wrote Paper Chase, Cut Out and Keep, and Just Like Daddy together and we co-wrote with other friends: Berko’s Blues with Steve and Face the Music with Nathan Brand.

I owe him a magical youth whereby any wild idea could be realised as we charged and barged around the inner city. Over the decades I let him down once that I know of but I also remember vividly a reasonably recent gig that we both absolutely loved. So there’ll always be that.