1988. Sandy Bay, Exmouth Devon. Summer. 'Sun In' on the hair and on the door meeting punters and checking for passes. This was my first encounter with Brucey. The 'Sun in' had obviously had the desired effect as the top of his hair was so blonde. If it wasn't for the roots anyone would have thought he'd lost his way on the was back from Newquay surfing! Either that or he's missed his audition for Duran Duran. 'Ladies?" In that devonshire accent. Katie and I didn't have any passes as we were staff and only arrived that day and wanted a drink. We were the resident dancers and 17 and after a port and lemon (god knows why!). Bruce and Katie became and item and a romance blossomed. Throughout that summer I became Bruces annoying little sister, and probably was really annoying! He got me out of many scrapes that summer and 'helped' us out with us being under age for port and lemon, if you get my drift! That was also the start of my name ending in an R! I've been in touch with Katie since Bruce died and she told me that Bruce once hitchiked to Leicester to see her. Sounds just like him: doing whatever it takes to make someone happy, and bloody hitch hiking despite the danger! That year was just the start though!