I know Jim would have wanted this written in your book, so here it is.

You were a friend I could trust without question, a boss who respected me and valued everything I brought to the table. You were a man who knew how to enjoy life, who could make a room lighter just by walking into it and who somehow always managed to run the beer stocks low in the pub.

The world lost a true gent in 2025. It doesn’t feel fair, and it still doesn’t feel real. But when the time comes and you find me, we’ll sort out that flood alarm at Rodbaston together and we’ll keep the everyone busy with more than enough to fix, just like old times.