Darling Steve,
I'll miss talking you down before a big gig and convincing you it's only nerves not food poisoning. I'll miss the stupid little dance routine we made up that you never quite saw but we did anyway knowing it was so cheesy it would probably wind you up.
I'll miss the smiles, the hugs and the middle of the night sing-alongs.
Life seems a little bit darker without you in it xXxXx
