I don’t talk much about Tony on here, mostly because he’s been on the internet longer than I have and is quite capable of speaking (or singing, as is more usually the case) for himself. But I have really been appreciating him this year, when I’ve been particularly conscious of my own limitations. He helps me recalibrate my unrealistic expectations of myself.
I take myself far too seriously. He doesn’t take himself seriously at all.
He brings me dark chocolate. And Lancashire cheese. And comfort.