Memories of John, where do I start.
We first met at Uxbridge back in the late 1980’s, he was 18 and I was 21. We had obvious differences, me a young lad from South Manchester/Oxfordshire and John, a young lad from Derby.
John didn’t judge differences, only character and we became good firm friends instantly with a very similar sense of humour and respect for one another and that bond lasted for many years throughout his time at Uxbridge to his final years in Nottingham. We hired a van and piled all his belongings in as I drove him onto the next part of his journey to Newquay, Cornwall and hired a van once again for the next part of his journey to Banbury, Oxfordshire where I was residing.
We shared a flat for 4 years until I moved out to be with my (now) wife and he returned the favour in 2007, helping me and my young family move to a larger house. We constantly stayed in touch and I helped him once again in 2009, this time we managed to get all his stuff for his move to Nottingham into my car, one journey on Saturday and another the following day.
We stayed in touch and I visited a few times but then somehow we lost touch completely and when I found out John had passed on it hit me hard.
There are plenty of good times to remember, the drenching at Crystal Palace as we went to watch his team Derby County, it didn’t phase us, we were young then and carried on into the London night like it didn’t matter and through gritted teeth he joined me at Old Trafford to watch my club on my stag weekend. There is so much more that I could write but hopefully this gives an insight into the character he was.
Rest easy Brother xx
Comments