A few years ago I solo'd an additional verse that I've known for ages - Drew duly appeared at my side with note-pad and pen wanting me to repeat the words for him to learn.I first met Drew at the naughty corner, he was first over to introduce himself and all evening he was bugging mad Dave to sing the engineers song.
Yup, me too. It was right beside where we'd been making the Butanese bows with Wayne earlier in the day. Drew was cutting up some logs for firewood under the watchful eye of MadDave. It was seeing that that I really did wonder whether Mad Dave's name was more of a description than a nickname. Drew with a chainsaw?! :yikes: I think I'd prefer inviting in Freddy Krueger as a babysitter! Have to say though, Drew paid close attention to what was being said and never once acted irresponsibly.Yes, I remember seeing Drew with the Chainsaw...
Im realy gutted,he used to ring me from time to time for a chat ,a member of our small blackberry bushcraft group,ive met him a few times on small camps, bonkers and funny and not a bad bone in his body.what a shame and a sad loss.RIP Drew will miss your tales around the fire, will toast you with good whiskey from my hip flask the next time i am sat around the fire at middlewood and wish you gods speed and you will always have a place around our camp fire.