The funeral was yesterday. I missed it because of all this damn snow blocking the roads. I'm sorry, Phil, I really am.

I've been living in a sort of blur since Saturday afternoon. I can barely talk coherently, but I can still do maths that make most people's hair stand on end. Funny how your mind works in these situations.

Everybody's been great about it, especially Barry and David. Problem is, it's not me that's got trouble, it's the people who were closer to him. I just hope to hell they've got friends as good as mine.

We'll miss ya, ya big ginger-haired freak.