I adore Tiny's list of wonderful things about Michael. It instantly brought back so many happy, joyful times. I loved Michael and have never met anyone like him. A true original, and I am deeply grateful to have known him. Thank you for welcoming me into the fold so whole heartedly. We will miss you.

There are many things I love about Michael. That his idea of a tennis warm up was lunch, wine and eau de Vue which was closely associated with his hatred of any stretching routine whatsoever that he still sent faxes his generosity with experiences I would never have dreamed of without him the way he let us choose anything from his cellar his immedeate call of "Yours!" whenever a lob went up the way he made a point of wearing clothes when my young daughter visited my daughter's cry of "he's trying to kill us with champagne and haggis!" the fact he was there for me in an instant the one time I needed his help holidays in Annecy slobbery dogs having to cook only to have him complain about how much better he would have done it eating 12year old horse head from the freezer that he described as “Beef. Rare!” his spoken French my favourite being ‘un aperatif de la maison super bon!’ Amanda Bullards the fact he always though he had a chance with the ladies even into his 80s his chutzpah arguing that being a QC didn't give him an advantage at arguing his inference that my wife and eye were rolex oyster eaters for going to Nice in August making us finish one cheese before allowing us to eat the next one sending us down to Madame Jouvach to pay the bill for the summer driving the Caterham Seven from Geneva to Bullards without being overtaken by a single car they way he 'loved' my wife taking me to visit private Chateau owners even he didn't know packing the Caterham with whisky and tennis rackets to take on the French always doing the washing up the way everything was about having fun never boarding a plane until his name was called his nickname for my wife "she who must be obeyed!" his fondest for gadgets like the robotic lawn mower his hatred of douff douff music. the way the downstairs toilet seat at Bullards pinches your ass if you don't stand up fast enough the look on his face if I ordered a diet coke his ability to travel light the way no single malt was worth drinking if it wasn't interesting trying to cook lunch in the rotisserie oven that feeling of playing Russian roulette when he brought out the ‘vintage’ salad dressing the bowl containing a over abundance of wine bottle corks the way cheese always came before dessert, I think the way we he never knew the code for the alarm in France. picnicking in a sinking rowing boat on lake Annecy – Michael doesn’t bail the recordings of chanting Gregorian monks the length of his genuine apology, written on a scroll when he knew he had upset Suanne and Ithe shagging rhino on the back of his jeep his ability to hydrate on just coffee and alcohol his hatred of polite niceties like "how are you" and "I’ll have whatever you have open" then the way he always gave you what he was having anyway because it was much better than what you had asked for! introducing me to frogs legs and tete de fromage the fact that once I thought about writing this list, it only took a few minutes to recall everything But, the one thing I hated was when the fight in him was gone. Rip my friend. Tiny

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