What with all the stuff about it being the anniversary of Richey Edwards' disappearance, I've been thinking about John a lot today. I still miss him and I feel terribly guilty about not going over and talking to him when, as far as I can work out, I saw him last.

My dad told me a story on the phone a couple of months ago about his extended family. I don't think I've run through it here. I will, but not until I've checked that I remember the details properly.
True. It wouldn't have made any difference, but I still wish I had.

It's strange how these things come back and back to you. I used to have dreams about him fairly frequently.

I really don't think there's anything anyone could have done to fix the situation... on some level he'd made up his mind.