Light

My friend of 50 years has ended his life by his own hand

You never knew anyone like him. If I start to tell you, I will never stop. But really, never, none of you

Perhaps I'm wrong. Maybe I'll put it right tomorrow

He went to Timbuktu - on a motor-bike - and the White House, and Davos, and Doha. And White Hart Lane, in the old days, when his people mocked their own useless full-back

Darkness has extinguished light

Bitter as gall

Pieces have been torn from me; there are holes everywhere