The main thing I remember about Steven is laughing with him. This seems to be a common theme in the messages written here and Steven was certainly one of the funniest people I've met.

I knew him from his time in Brighton, first meeting him, I think, at a pub quiz at the London Unity and look back with fond memories of crying with laughter at his jokes, which were often offensive but always funny.

There seemed to be no situation, disability or ailment he couldn't find humour in.

Another memory is a strange period of Steven's life when he rented the smallest flat I think I've ever seen, just off Brighton seafront. He seemed to like it but it was literally a wardrobe with a bed and toilet somehow crammed in.

I gradually lost touch with him around the time he left Brighton. I often thought about getting back in touch but never got round to it. There never seemed any rush until now, when its too late.

His death, which is such a tough word to write, has come as a real shock and makes me wish I had a time machine, something I'd like to think he'd have approved of, if only for the bizarre opportunity of telling the time travelling version of me a dirty joke.

I'll miss him. - JL