Dear Ian

A year since you died, a year since we last spoke, and everyday I have something to say to you.

For a while I used to think ' Wait till I tell Ian that'
After a while I started to think 'I wish I could tell Ian that'
Then it became 'Ian would have laughed at that'
Now I just smile because I've realised that I never really stopped talking to you at all, I just don't get an answer...

I smile when I see these goggles.... What sort of idiot would go out in a Lotus 7 in the snow? and what sort of idiot would go with him ;)

A lot of people miss you, I know I'm not the only one who has been drinking London Pride in your memory tonight..

cheers

D