To a big brother, a great son and an inspirational husband and father, you are missed by so many, I do truly miss your talks. You lived life how you drove a car, fast and to the full, although you did calm your choices down towards the end, all accept the Porsche turbo, comparing that to the Hyundai it brought a smile to my face, I rember you driving your Mk1 escort in to the neighbours wall, and when the guy said he wanted it built back exactly as it was, dad said what with the crack in it ! Another time I came home from Nan & Grandads and the wall on the other side has flat, you had not passed your driving test yet, but backed the car out of the garage and the clutch slipped (something like that) and you reversed in to the other wall at the front. Bryan Randall Demolition it should say, but you had Brian Randall the bricks to build the walls again. I have so many childhood memories I am grateful for to look back on. At least your parting gift curtesy of Debs and the kids would have made you smile, your last ever trip In a Subaru having the accelerator planted on the floor as the driver sped off, thanks Steve.
