With a sparkle in his eyes, brilliant imagination and quick grin, anyone who knew Peter, will love and remember this unique character.  As did many of those here reading this, Pete and I grew up navigating a unique world as children of people who had dedicated their lives to LRH's game. Our parents were amongst the mad dreamers who lived with hope of a better world, a completely unique universe where even the children knew there was something unusual going on. 

Pete and I went to Imberhorne together, with Pete's brother Chaz, my sister Kathryn, Justine Seymore, Jean-Luc, Marcus Quirino (who also died of a heart condition two years ago), Louise, Peta, Lizzie, Julie Moss and so many others... We spent summers swimming in the lake at St. Hill Manor, sometimes playing on the giant rotating sprinkler that we later discovered was in fact a sewerage waste-water treatment system (of course Pete always played it that he knew this, and didn't let on). Fun times in late seventies, rural England.  We stayed in touch. Pete was always up for dinner or a pint whenever I was visiting London.  Often five years would go by between visits. We could always pick up where we left off. You could usually manage to coerce a bit of wizardly advice on life and living out of Pete.

The death of a childhood friend makes it brutally real that we all have a limited time. Best get on with the fun bits, kids. Hope to catch up with some old childhood friends, and to answer the big riddles of life, such as finding out who's got more grey hair etc. on the 19th. Love and best wishes to Sally, Becky and Skye.

David