Had some great memories of working and drinking together especially our last catch up enough said Willseye.xx

Doesn't seem right to use swear and crass words on a memorial page but that's who you were. First time we met you swore like a trooper, and made me laugh. One clean story I do recall is when you were on the forklifts at the supermarkets when a number of items didn't quite make it to the lorry........they ended up as Christmas presents. Another memory is you playing pool at the Imp with Tomsy telling you it was time to go and you stood with your hands on your hips and simply carried on playing, chuckling as you did. We also remember you telling us about the time you were on holiday and the locals thought you were a bandit because of your tattoos and how you had to run and hide in a shop as you thought they'd beat you up!! Seeing you on Christmas Day we knew it wasn't long I hope they helped your pain. Rest well friend. Much love Ian and Shirl xx You’ll Never Walk Alone By Oscar Hammerstein II When you walk through the storm Hold your head up high, And don’t be afraid of the dark. At the end of the storm Is a golden sky And the sweet silver song of a lark. Walk on through the wind, Walk on through the rain, Though your dreams be tossed and blown. Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart And you’ll never walk alone. You’ll never walk alone.

I have so many memories of you it’s hard to write just one I will say one thing tho you will always be our poo ninja .. love you lots xx