He was my best mate at university. We were as inseparable as Heinz and the Bean, three glorious years of laughing, boozing, wenching, philosophising and generally trying to make sense of life. We met several times after we went down, mostly in Paris, where he was working on Realites magazine. The last time I saw him was when he had proposed to a lovely American girl and was off to Dallas. We lost touch after that, sad to say. An extraordinary coincidence was that we were exactly the same age, both born on 5 June 1936.
Today through the post I got the latest issue of the college Alumni magazine. As usual, I checked the obituaries. I almost wish I hadn't. My good mate has gone to his rest, I never thought he would go before me, he being so athletic and fit.
When my first child was born, I named him Jeremy John; you can't pay a friend a higher compliment than that.