To Nik

Bloody hell, Nik.

I can’t actually believe I’m writing something like this. I’ve been pretty angry at the world since you left — once again, one of the good ones gone far too soon. But enough of that self-pity nonsense, because I know you would’ve rolled your eyes, let out that big “HA!”, and told me to get a grip.

When I was a conductor and you were my driver, I always knew I was in for a stress-free day. It would start with that trademark cheeky smile, and usually a retort about how if there was a blanket speed restriction, you’d be blasting straight through it. No time for that foolishness!

In a world that’s constantly regulated, you were a breath of fresh air. You reminded everyone lucky enough to know you that most of it was nonsense — and that it was far better to just press on, laugh, and get the job done.

Nik, you weren’t just a colleague, you were a mate — one of the good ones. Someone who made long days shorter and tough times lighter. I’ll miss your humor, your outlook, and the way you made life feel that bit less heavy.

I remember how chuffed Rachael was when she took over your number when you retired.

This is us on your retirement do, I look a bit worse for wear, I think I must of passed that on by the end of the night as I remember you propping up the bar with Mr Dunbar in the roadhouse.

So thank you, for every smile, every laugh, every moment you shared with us. You may have left far too soon, but you’ll never be forgotten.

Love to Ali, Chris, Sammy, Nikki & the rest of the family and friends who have the tough challenge of navigating existence without you.

Rest easy, mate.

Mike