It was the muddiest night ever, and I just remember him squeltching his way to the beat at 4am to Carl Cox or someone, and the only thing that was moving in time was his hand, everything else was just caked in mud.

And then when we had to leave, myself and Jono were going onto Southampton for a party, while Dunc needed to cadge a lift back to London with someone. He was wandering from car to car asking to hitch a lift with anyone. He looked so knackered and muddy, it was really funny to watch.

I remember Duncan being a top bloke who was great fun to be around. It's such a tragedy and all my thoughts are with his family and friends.