I first met Steven (12 years ago?) at the house that Nicola, Nick, Sam and John shared in Hanover. He arrived with Anne Fay and they immediately demonstrated their new trick where Steven would lie on the floor and Anne Fay would stand on his stomach. I thought he was weird.

I saw Steven most when he lived in Roundhill Crescent. I remember drinking, talking, laughing, reading comics, watching Reeves and Mortimer and playing a lot of PlayStation.

Digging through my box of old photographs I remembered a lot of things:

• Being invited round for a ‘meat only’ meal. A reaction against the tyranny of vegetarianism, the meal was to consist only of meat and gravy. (We copped out in the end and had some potatoes, and the meat drink was abandoned in the planning stages)



• Watching the Betty Boo video collection. (Many times)



• Being forced to listen to the whole of his new Galaxy 500 box-set. (All 68 songs sounded exactly the same)



• Staying up talking at a party after everyone else had gone to bed. And drinking a bottle of sherry mixed with lemonade because all the other drink had run out.
  
  


• “ALL PILE ON!”
  
  


• Sharing an appreciation of Jimmy Corrigan, despite it being the most depressing comic ever written.

Mostly I remember some very happy times with a very funny guy.

I was right about him being weird though. So long Steven.