A fun but sad moment last night when we said "goodbye for now" to my old mate John McIlroy.
But not before he (and fellow dinner guest Sue) became Strictly judges for the evening.
But not before he (and fellow dinner guest Sue) became Strictly judges for the evening.
John was the first friend I made when Vanessa and I left London for Leeds in 2003. Like me, he worked at Yorkshire Forward. And also like me, he was born in Belfast.
Over the years we've had some very, very good nights. For example, this was when we celebrated the Ireland rugby team winning the Six Nations Championship.
I remember the "morning after" headache just as well.
One of life's truly good (and hugely entertaining) guys, John was recently offered a job in his native city and has decided that it's time to go home. Good for him, bad for the many friends he leaves behind in Yorkshire.
Thankfully, our first reunion is already in the diary. Nine weeks today. In a Belfast bar. Always best to stick to what you know.
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