Bill, My best mate. Gone far too soon. I thought we would end up living in a high flat next door to each other as I told you because we were becoming more and more like Victor and Jack from Still Game.
We had the same banter, the same bickering, the same caring, the same love that good mates do.
The amount of times we helped each other out, towing cars, letting me use your garden as a campsite, moving houses, demolishing gardens, we were always there at the end of the phone for each other.
Lots of memories mate, the time Sarah’s foot got broke on the beach on holiday when we were all playing football with the kids and we both blamed each other.
When we went to watch the football in the pub on holiday and it was the wrong night. So we had a few drinks then walked back to the holiday site and tried to get in to the club only to be told we couldn’t get in with football tops on. So in desperation we bought a couple of Butlins T-Shirts and wore them just to get in. Then drank the night away looking for the worm in the Tequila’s.
You me and Ron all racing down to Somerset with cars loaded with furniture.
Me teaching you the guitar each week which ended up a regular 5 minutes of guitar and 2 hrs on Playstation playing football.
So many memories mate and I loved every one of them. Going to miss you so much.
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