Disclaimer (a lot of swearing, so maybe wait until Angus and Elliot are a little bit older before allowing them to read).
Mikey Mikey Mikey……the chat just isn’t the same without you. We had some laughs and some drinks and some more laughs. I wish you only knew the comfort you gave to so many for just being the glorious big beardy man we all loved! The tone and level of anguish I could get from pulling your beard was a personal joy, and I feel deep down you enjoyed it too, as it was usually accompanied by a hug of some sort afterwards. There aren’t many people I can instantly be myself around, without getting funny looks; however, your good nature just puts people instantly at ease and allows them to be themselves around you – although I’m not sure how Aimee took that when only briefly knowing you, I came up and sat on your lap in the cinema when you were on date night watching Ghostbusters. We had constant banter and regularly tried to wind each other up; however, I feel you were never as ruthless as me, or more to the truth, you were too much of delightful and amiable person to push it too far, so it usually ended up with one of the following terms of affectionate directed my way, which was coupled with a broad smile:
Andy you’re a thunderwank
Andy ya wankpuffin
Andy you’re a bastard
Andy you’re a twat
Andy you’re a prick
My favourite to this day, that still makes me laugh when I think about it, was the time in work when I was bored, so just kept annoying you. I was a couple of desks from you at the time and you just snapped and shouted “fuck off ya specky prick!” – the only problem with that though was the fact I wasn’t wearing my glasses at the time and next to us was an older woman floor walking for some new starts, who was the only person that was wearing glasses. You sheepishly got lower in your seat as the room filled with silence and disapproving looks, with the only noise coming from me sniffling with laughter in the corner. It was truly a magnificent day in work and only one of days you made memorable with your infectious humour and larger than life presence. It is hard not to get sad when thinking about you, but I’ll try to remember all the waffle Sundays, the poker nights and me biting your finger (which you never forgave me for), the drinking days and nights, the constant jokes and puns, the bad impressions and accents we tried to outdo each other on and many other things I’ve probably forgotten about. I will also miss the little things, like your ridiculously loud sneezing, your uncontrollable laughter which could fill 50 rooms and your ability to completely ruin a song by humming and singing to the completely wrong tune (The Ordinary Boys – Boys will be boys being a personal favourite). You my friend are one of the good guys and I will raise a glass with you again. Love you lots Michael!
Disclaimer (a lot of swearing, so maybe wait until Angus and Elliot are a little bit older before allowing them to read).
Mikey Mikey Mikey……the chat just isn’t the same without you. We had some laughs and some drinks and some more laughs. I wish you only knew the comfort you gave to so many for just being the glorious big beardy man we all loved! The tone and level of anguish I could get from pulling your beard was a personal joy, and I feel deep down you enjoyed it too, as it was usually accompanied by a hug of some sort afterwards. There aren’t many people I can instantly be myself around, without getting funny looks; however, your good nature just puts people instantly at ease and allows them to be themselves around you – although I’m not sure how Aimee took that when only briefly knowing you, I came up and sat on your lap in the cinema when you were on date night watching Ghostbusters. We had constant banter and regularly tried to wind each other up; however, I feel you were never as ruthless as me, or more to the truth, you were too much of delightful and amiable person to push it too far, so it usually ended up with one of the following terms of affectionate directed my way, which was coupled with a broad smile:
Andy you’re a thunderwank
Andy ya wankpuffin
Andy you’re a bastard
Andy you’re a twat
Andy you’re a prick
My favourite to this day, that still makes me laugh when I think about it, was the time in work when I was bored, so just kept annoying you. I was a couple of desks from you at the time and you just snapped and shouted “fuck off ya specky prick!” – the only problem with that though was the fact I wasn’t wearing my glasses at the time and next to us was an older woman floor walking for some new starts, who was the only person that was wearing glasses. You sheepishly got lower in your seat as the room filled with silence and disapproving looks, with the only noise coming from me sniffling with laughter in the corner. It was truly a magnificent day in work and only one of days you made memorable with your infectious humour and larger than life presence. It is hard not to get sad when thinking about you, but I’ll try to remember all the waffle Sundays, the poker nights and me biting your finger (which you never forgave me for), the drinking days and nights, the constant jokes and puns, the bad impressions and accents we tried to outdo each other on and many other things I’ve probably forgotten about. I will also miss the little things, like your ridiculously loud sneezing, your uncontrollable laughter which could fill 50 rooms and your ability to completely ruin a song by humming and singing to the completely wrong tune (The Ordinary Boys – Boys will be boys being a personal favourite). You my friend are one of the good guys and I will raise a glass with you again. Love you lots Michael!
