Mick had this ability to sleep anywhere. I once saw him sleeping on top of a fan trunking but the funniest was when he didn’t appear in the mess one day, at secure, on the Centaur.
Somebody said he had been on spud party that day. He finally appeared, about an hour later, covered in slime and bits of rotten spuds. He’d got his head down in the spud locker and nobody gave him a shake!
I have lots of memories, some of them unprintable and most of them unbelievable if they weren’t true.
Thank you, Mick, it’s been a pleasure and privilege to have known you.

Big Red