He told stories - usually ones we'd all heard before and they got us into trouble so many times - l mean stuff like he booked hotels, but would start at the gig location, and use a major chain - there would be no rooms, so he'd use the nearest function, and they would be full. It was common for us to type in a post code and discover the hotel he had booked was three hours the wrong way! Or the time we stood at check-in at Berlin airport, and the lady said "Did you pack the case yourself sir?" and as he was in mid-story, he turned to her, said no, then carried on with the story. "No? Sir - did you pack the case yourself?" - Again, he said no and continued. "Sir, do you know what is in the case?" No he said, I just told everyone to put in whatever they liked because there was plenty of space...." We last saw him being marched off by two guys with machine guns - still saying "what have I done?" He also had huge cheek - he'd contact the airport and always manage to get special treatment through the system. We'd arrive and he'd have a name. This person would turn up and take us through the staff security and back of house corridors. I have no idea how he did this? Just cheek I think. Good times. I'll miss them!