Dear Bruce; friend, colleague and cricket companion. You will be sadly missed, not only by me, but also by the many people whose pleasure it was to know you as you moved around various jobs and the cricket grounds that we visited. These grounds will never seem the same and my thoughts will be with you as leather strikes willow, because I know that you’ll be there somewhere. Until we meet again, Bruce, probably at a cricket ground somewhere. We ought to try Sydney, for an Ashes match. By the way, it’s your round!