There isn't a day goes by I don't miss you, You always liked a different type of music every week. Me and you set the trend and were the trend back then. With the help of big sister Jane Queen of cool. You took me for my first underage pint with that same sister. I got to meet Phil Jones with you. We met playing tick near the fanny tree in the lower wing of west darbys old tennis courts. The trees no longer there but a park is there now were our old school once stood. We at times scrapped like cat and dog but we made it up at the barriers. You went on about football I still know nothing about, but that was OK as I went on about making music you knew nothing about too. Just the thought of your smile makes me laugh. You were always happy and walked and ran like Frankanstien. Stu never will die till I die he is alive in ever new piece of music I write. I speak to people all over the world and they as me whats a Scouser. Stuart Logue was a Scouser. he loved LFC, KFC, Macdonalds, Burger King and Chippie food and Irish Bars. We got so drunk once we had to ring each other up the next day to figure out how the hell we got home and why there was a paving flag in my bed? It still is a mystery. At least I know when they call my number you'll be waiting there for me with a pint of larger in your hand and a bottle of Newcastle in your hand for me. Let the game of eternal duky fuzz commence. However I am still the last of the old romantics. I think you would like my new bird she's a punk rocker. I still try and set the trend, just like we both did, just harder without a style guru like you about. Miss you and always will Jason Arthur Lindsay aka Jason Bstard online.
Jason Lindsay
22/12/2018