Dear Ash,
So many treasured happy memories of nearly twenty years playing rugby and growing up together.
From playing mini rugby on half a pitch, to colts and the first team at Winchester. Playing for Peter Symonds college and being selected for Hampshire together.
Years of lifts from our parents all over the south of England. Simon and I rattling about in the back of your dad’s Escort van on the way back from Devon. An entire sevens team (and subs) squeezed in my dad’s Volkswagen for the journey to Petersfield and you practicing popping your pecks in your reflection of the car window.
Simon’s Mum must have covered enough miles to get to the moon and back with us in her 2CV.
We had very successful tours in Ireland and Portugal. All great times.
Many nights in the bars of Winchester when we were at college.
The allure of the shiny cutlery in Shuels Balti house and bringing your own kebab to the tandoori centre on Jewry Street. Inviting me round to your Mums on Christmas Days and warming up Sake with Chas, I’ve never drunk it since!.
The sheer excitement on your face every time the last song at a rugby club disco was Denys Midnight Runners, Come On Eileen, with some questionable dancing.
Everything with a smile on your face accompanied by much laughter.
It was a privilege to have known you and an honour to call you my friend.
Sending all my love to your family.
Godspeed Flash, till we meet again.
Crumpy