I just heard the news today and just felt like I needed to come back here, maybe it was Freds guiding me, I dunno. I had to re-join, so I guess that shows how long it is since I came into MFC. (But it wouldn't let me have my username without adding 81 :/) This thread has had me in tears, the photos of our boy and the stories, the screen names I remember well from the Freddie's butterfly bar era. I've not been as in contact as I should have been these last couple of years due to being ill myselfso not really leaving the house, but his name was always one of the top on my Christmas card lists and there was always the tweets/texts out of the blue that brought a smile and brought back a memory.
He always seemed to make a coffee last hours, and never a bad word (unless you dissed the black cats).
He never thought enough of himself, despite once telling me he'd stepped back a bit from MFC because he thought he'd got too big for his boots- he hadn't. He couldn't.
Anyone who was there in Leeds to remember 'VODKAAAA BEDDDDD!!!' Will know the incriminating photos I have that I promised would never see the light of day. And they never have, nor will they. Except for me to look at, and laugh so hard I cry remembering the sweet, caring, hilarious and loving guy that should not have gone so young.
'You can call me david you know' he said a few times, and when it was just us or round andi&ali's with the beers I would but as I said to him, David is the you we know like in person, but Freds is like your stage name. When we're online or talking to people from online you've often become almost a mythical creature so you get called freds.
Feel so so guilty I hadn't been in contact more over the last couple of years. But still he made me smile whenever I saw his name.
I hope the karaoke sessions with freddie go on long into the night david, you sweet sweet man.
You will be missed.
A lot.