Oh, Dave. I hadn’t seen you in years but I’ll miss you forever.
I don’t have much profound to say. I’ll leave the profundity to the past, in your dimly-lit room, when we’d unpack the latest philosophy you’d read and I’d try, often in vain, to keep up with your prodigious intellect and wisdom.
This is my favourite picture of us, on that ill-fated weekend in Collingwood.
“You might forget the sound of a voice, still you should not forget, yeah don’t forget, the things that we laughed about”.
