I've just logged on to see what's been happening after a few days away and ... well, I'm raising a glass of red and I've lit a candle which is burning out on the patio. I knew Clive was ill but it's still a shock. Like others have already said, Clive was a gentleman, always welcoming of strangers and willing to chat. First encounters were down the Coach House cellar in the 1970s and 1980s watching the Tremblin' Knees, bottle of Newcastle Brown in hand, then the wonderful Cardiff Arms gigs in the 1990s with Contraband; I treasure the 2 rolls of film I shot there one day in 1997. An amazing Knees gig in the Adam & Eve some years ago prior to a Man Xmas Party at the Patti, where you could barely raise your glass for the standing crush. At the Man Xmas gig at Sin City I managed to collar him for a signature on my copy of "To Live For To Die" which I think he said was his favourite album - he thought this was great, took out a pen and started to write, then Ace yelled at him to get on stage and play so he stopped and handed the CD back to me with apologies and went. I wish I knew what he was going to write, as all it says is "Long time" but I treasure it. Sad news, happy memories, happy trails Clive.