It's been strange coming back. I came back to terrible news.I found out upon returning a few days ago (from Bec my flatmate) that a friend of ours', Leon, had just passed away in a car accident in France. He was travelling with some folk from St Andrews....I've known Leon since my first year. In fact, he was one of the very first people I remember having a chat with in John Burnet Hall, the hall we both lived in. Leon was quite a character. He was always laughing (my word,his laughter made others laugh too!), drinking champagne and smoking marlboro lights.....and he always wore shirts (they were often PINK!!!)...I was there the very first night he joined the chemical generation and I was there the many other times we partied together.....2 days ago, Malcolm (his 1st yr room mate) and I went to the pub and talked abt Leon. It all felt very surreal(very much like that scene in trainspotting when they're sitting abt drinking in the pub after tommy's funeral)..only in this case, Leon was very much real and very much gone....Leon,I only wish I'd told you how much I appreciated your friendship and your company the last time I saw you. One day,I'll see you in Heaven and we'll party together again. In the mean time, I'll keep listening to Frank (Sinatra) and all that funk and soul you loved so much...and I'll think back with fondness to all the wicked times we had.....You will be missed mate.