I have three main memories of my lovely cousin John whilst growing up.
Firstly his wicked sense of humour. My mom and his mom would each Christmas wonder how they were so tiddly after having just one weak snowball that John had made (which was heavily spiked with brandy). Secondly, his love for loud rock music that he passed on to Ian and I.
Thirdly, the sporty cars he had when he was young and the way he liked to drive, particularly hand break turning his open top MG to get on the drive. His sense of humour again cropped up when I bought a GTi and he allayed my moms fear of me having a fast car by pointing out that he was sure I would stick to the speed limits and the extra power would help me to get out of trouble!
John will be greatly missed and was taken from us way too soon. Rest in peace, John: our hearts and thoughts are with you, Darren.
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