I miss this man terribly. Over the 9 years (or was it 10?) that I knew Lorcan he showed me extraordinary friendship and love. From quiet nights chewing the fat in the Old Red to helping me through the darkest, hardest time of my life I knew I had someone who was always there, always ready to listen, always ready to offer sage advice. He picked me up when I was down and lifted me even higher during the good times. I’m so grateful I had the chance to share in his life and have him in mine. I look back on the hazy, sometimes crazy, nights in the Red with deep affection. Nights you never wanted to end, sometimes they didn’t! Endless hours propping up the bar discussing music, Van Morrison of course, and other worldly subjects will always remain with me. Curries at Roobeedoo, walks with Rolo, family parties, gigs and occasionally being oh so daring and venturing to other pubs! Without Lorcan I wouldn’t be where I am now. His 50th birthday was a fateful night for me. Through Lorcan I found my job, I found love, I found some of the happiest times in my life. I know he’s still around, keeping his eye on me and many others. A rye smile at all our foibles and fuck ups! I miss you more than you will ever know old man. Thanks for everything x “Hark now hear the sailor’s cry, kiss the sea and feel the sky, let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic”