When I heard Andy had died, Higgi told me, I was transported back to one particular moment. The night I first wet my pants. We were in the Wilmslow wine bar and I think Paul Smith and Joe were behind the bar. Andy arrived. Sat down and just started telling jokes. One about the woman crippled with arthritis and another, pretty foul one, about a bloke who got advice from a horse breeder on how to arouse his wife. It was the latter joke that made me dribble in my undies. Andy used to tell a lot of jokes but always with such relish and enjoyment. He liked making people laugh and he was brilliant at it. It's very sad that he won't be doing that anymore and the world is a lesser place for not having him around. Let's hope they like a good laugh in heaven. Perhaps when it rains I'll start thinking it's all the angels dribbling wee at Andy's most recent joke. Will