John was my mum's brother, and the last survivor of that generation, on both sides of my family. He was the character of the family for as long as I can remember. By all accounts (and we have photos) he was the cheeky, mischievous little boy that everyone took a shine to, and that was how he remained for the rest of his life. He was good, through and through, funny, kind and caring, hugely hard-working and honest to a fault. A proper good bloke, and I loved him dearly.