Jack was my uncle - Barbara was my Mum’s younger sister. Jack was directly responsible for my entry (at the tender age of 17) into the world of motoring, as I bought my first car from him. It was a ten-year-old Austin 1300, a British Leyland special for which I paid Jack the princely sum of £250. Over the next four years I learned just about everything there is to know about how a car works, mainly because I spent most of my time fixing it when it broke down! As well as its many mechanical faults it also slowly rusted away, to the point where the bodywork was more fibreglass than metal by the time I finally parted company with it. I’ve driven lots of cars since then, all of which were more reliable, but I still have many fond memories of those times. I remember that my Mum, Dad, my brother Andrew and I visited Barbara, Jack, Richard and Martin on a regular basis when I was growing up, first at their home in Bulphan and later when they moved to Billericay. Lots and lots of happy memories - and Jack was a big part of them. A genuinely good guy, and someone that I was proud to have as my uncle. Rest in peace. Rob Farnham