I first met Simon in 1981 when he climbed through my window at a student digs on Waverley street in Nottingham, desperately seeking Alison from Harrogate. I’d been there one night having arrived at the tender age of 19 on the national express from Liverpool.

To be be honest I thought he was a a dodgy looking fucker but when he explained and spoke to me, my fears faded and our life long ( not long enough) friendship was forged in heart, mind and soul plus music. My friend Simon was there in all my most difficult moments. My mum died. He helped as much as anyone can. I would not be a mum of 2 amazing boys if not for Simon. He brought me and Ged together, blessed with Oliver and Sam.

I tried so hard to be there for him but his stuff was just beyond me. I’m so sorry for that. My love for Simon is indescribable. Except to say I love and miss him more than he will (now) ever know. I’ll climb through your window my friend one day and I hope I make you shit your pants.

P.S. I love you

Eulogy by Jean Simon