It still doesn't feel real that Vicky has gone, and I still find myself thinking about her in the present tense. Maybe that isn't so bad, as she is still close to us when we think about her and James. While recently reflecting on being friends with her, I realised that even in our very first conversation - when she and James came to a joint birthday party for me and Mark Fox in 2003, when Mark and I were taking it in turns to DJ - she was already gently, politely offering the opinion that her taste in rock and metal was better than mine! Things became a little less gentle and polite in the following years :) But this regular 'combat' between us was always underpinned by a healthy respect for each other's passion for music, for going to gigs, and for supporting local and underground bands. Vicky did so much more than me and indeed many people, though, and her energy and positive drive were admirable: for example, having two bands (The Scaramanga Six and The Blacklist Saints) play at her and James' party to celebrate their wedding anniversary. And talking of that kind of thing, I'll always remember Vicky's hilarious telling of the time she and James were at a wedding, she went to the toilets (which were some distance from the dancefloor) and on coming out heard that 'Billie Jean' was playing. At which point Vicky thought 'Uh-oh!', scuttling back as fast as her high heels would allow her to the dancefloor before...oh no, it was too late: James was strutting his stuff on the dancefloor, being cheered on by the rest of the crowd who had formed a circle around him! You could tell, in telling the story in a kind of 'Look what James did' way, Vicky was thinking at the time 'That's my man!' Vicky and James were such a great couple: always kind and inclusive, funny and friendly. It's been a privilege to consider them good friends, and Laura and I will miss Vicky a lot. James, we're always here for you and we look forward to a post-COVID hug and celebration in person of Vicky's life.