I really can’t believe the news that has filtered through that we have lost my oldest friend Martin Copson to the great gig in the sky .
Born 19 days apart, from the time we could crawl brought up more like brothers than friends across the road from each other and at Park Road Primary School. Our parents said the pair of us just dealt in mischief from the very start.
Football and cricket in the back gardens and in the days when you could play in the road. Being told not to play with darts and then coming up with a game to throw them from one end of the garden to one another, only to end up with one embedded in my foot!
Camping in the back garden, only so we could sneak over the fence at midnight to go night fishing by the canal bridge in Timperley, before the days of being told of weirdos.
Holidays in Anglesey, Cornwall and at his Grans in Worcester to name a few.
The teenage years when the music took over, The Human League Dare album, then introducing me to The Smiths with Meat is Murder, which is still a regular on the turntable, New Order and Bowie. The early gig days at The International and The International 2, drinking and smoking in basement cellars listening to tapes all night.
Football took us in different directions, Blue and Red and although hard to say this, I'm glad you witnessed so much success over the last 10 years!
Having left Manchester in 91 and loosing contact for 10 years or more, only to make contact again. Unfortunately I don’t have any childhood pictures, but hoping some of my family has a few of us from the time, which if found will be posted.
My deepest condolences to Emma, Harry and Ollie. If you need anything please ask.
Sleep well my friend ❤ RIP.