The last time I saw Simon before I and he knew he was ill was in Camden town. I was waiting for my wife. I was in a fowl mood, bad day at work. His smiling face appeared out of the gloom as be bent down to kiss me. The warmth of his greeting vanquished by awful mood and off he went to DJ at the Jazz Cafe. That's who Simon was, the man who could change your mood in a few moments. I saw him a couple of times a year but I miss him a lot. Piers