I first met CJ Stone, or Chris, as the C stands for, way back in my wild youth and hippie past, in a pub in Cardiff called the Buccaneer. We became friends and exchanged jackets - I gave him my green and white-striped school blazer and he gave me his dark navy serge authentic prisoner's jacket, although neither he nor I had been an inmate of such a place. It just seemed the right sort of thing to do, to share our clothes that showed we were rebels!
We got on well and I ended up sharing a flat with him and some other guys. It was my first experience of living away from my parents and being independent. It didn't last, but that bears no reflection on CJ, but more on my own problems with a broken relationship, a job I hated and the consumption of far too many substances legal and otherwise.
But it was the beginnings of a very long friendship which has lasted all these years and has taken both of us through very many of life's adventures and experiences - the good, the bad and the downright weird!