Chris Hemblade 42.

I met him a couple of times. The first time we had both entered a writing competition when I lived in Brighton and it was obvious at the award ceremony that the whole thing was stitched up.

The boy who won was the son of one of the judges and got to swap places with a girl from Boise for a couple of weeks (who was probably in some capacity connected to Dirk Kempthorne who gave out the prizes).

Chris got the second prize which was a weekend 'just outside Paris' which was apparently an utter shambles.

I got the third prize (which was £70 worth of books) all of which I still have and have been of practical use through out my life.

Chris struck me as being sort of like me but done better, it's a real shame he isn't alive and it really just inspires me to be a bit better and to get on with the washing up.