Your lovely Geraldine said to me last night, "Another good one gone Martin, it's not fair!"
It's not. You were always one of the good guys, one of the few I looked up to when I was a wee lad who dreamed of one day having the cheek to get up on a stage! You, Seánie, Billy, Dazzler! The old crew, getting smaller. You were indeed a Gentle man, always with a smile, and a word of encouragement.
(Keep an eye on Seánie for me!)
Farewell Georgie. I have no idea why, but this is in my head all day.