Mr B. was a nice bloke. I always got on well with him, often shooting the breeze about politics, football, cricket, printing, northern people, family, Only Fools and Horses, amongst many other things. I'll miss our conversations, and going down to his house on First Avenue, West Molesey. I'd like to think that he is now resting in peace in the great filing cabinet in the sky but, knowing Mr B., he'll be too busy creating a brand new filing system, which, I suspect, will keep him occupied forever. So long, Andy.