In amongst everything else in recent weeks it seems I've become a dangerous person to know. Just before Christmas someone I knew took their own life, just after Christmas someone I know told me they were waiting on results over their latest cancer tests (after umpteen surgeries over Christmas), and just now I received the news that someone I knew through work passed away.

Pat would never be described as a figure of health, he probably did everything you shouldn't in fact. A few years back he was struck down by a stroke, but he fought back. Sure, his speech was a little slurred but I could pop into the office and say hello. A simple thing which I must confess meant a lot to me. Sure, he was semi-retired and I'd barely see him, but knowing Pat was recovering meant a lot. Just before Christmas a mutual friend told me things had got worse, cancer. Today's news shouldn't be a surprise, but it's hitting hard.

Pat was always kind to me, he valued friendship highly and it showed in how he went through life. He gave me a lot of advice, and he gave me respect, both of which meant a lot to me. The man was one of the few people I can honestly say had class too; a subtle style which few understand let alone achieve.

I am proud to have known him. Even if he was crazy and supported Southend!