When Tony Crook called me up, I was sitting on my bed in my flat on Crouch Hill.
I wasn’t sure who it was at first and why he had called.
Then when he said he had a rather nice 411 coming in and would I like to see it,
I was at Kensington Hight Street before he put the phone down.
An afternoon spent talking to Tony Crook with my bestest friend John P Is such an important part of my life, and try and buy an afternoon listening to Tony Crook and tales of racing cars and flying fighters.
I liked him so much and when he died I was so sad and I said he phoned me up one day.
To anyone who would listen.
But I don’t think anyone knew how much it meant to me.
When Tony Crook called me up.