A few great memories:
Duncan and I watching the semis of Euro 96 together. He was babysitting me, he celebrated England's goal by beating me up and we cried when Southgate missed.
Swapping dodgy Amiga games - a bizarre air hockey game called Shuffle Puck Cafe was particularly rubbish, but yet so addictive.
Seeing Dunc around in my first years at Fortismere, I looked pretty cool knowing someone like him.
Our first meeting in a pub, he was a bit shocked, probably forgetting that I had grown up a bit since the babysitting days.
There are hundreds more, as you'd expect from someone like Dunc - a good mate always, someone to look up to.
Barry, Norma and Craig(you weren't a bad babysitter either) my thoughts are with you every day, no matter what I'm doing. I'll remembwer Dunc always