Goodbye Warwick, you were a rock in challenging times.
Your calm assuredness, warmth, kindness, wisdom and down to earth and easygoing nature made you not just great to work with but a really good friend. You were justifiably proud of all you'd achieved in Thailand.
Thanks also for the ciggies and your jogging and dapper demeanour. I'll never forget your face when covered in mud I traipsed past you and Barry Murphy gobsmacked on the 12th green at Vintage, following my errant drive and a leap falling short into a drainage ditch. I never recovered that bright new Titleist ball.
We will miss you. Farewell old friend.