As promised, Dad, I watched the Eels game last night. Bloody wish I hadn't now!! There were more gaps in their line than a smile in England! I could hear you swearing at the screen from the great beyond. All I can say is I'm glad I was playing our new game. The Gutherson Guzzle. There's only 1 rule to the Gutherson Guzzle. Everytime they say his name, or show his face, you take a drink. I may have been too far gone to watch the second half *HICCUP*.
So it turns out that this little blog site you used mess about on kinda thinks you're a big deal. I mean, WE always knew you were, but it took us by suprise nonetheless. Those damn winds keep blowing everytime we read the beautiful messages left here for you, and making our eyes water!! Bloody allergies. And I think that little table you wanted at the party for your beloved Eels is going to be a sight to behold!. And cop a load of the banner up the top. I guess you were never going to just fade away. I can see you grinning like a cheshire at the thought. With all this support, you don't have to worry about your girls. You've left us plenty of back up!
I know there's plenty I could say about the man you were, your strength, tenacity, humour and generosity. But you pretty much summed it all up with your 3 rules:
Rule 1: Have fun
Rule 2: Get up to mischief
Sir Col The Mushroom, Noddy, Gerry Fuller (aka Geriatric Full'o'shit), Old man, Papa, Dad
Beaten but NEVER DEFEATED!