As you know Dion was my second dad from about 1978 when we moved into Carina Drive. We didn’t hit it off too well as he “stole” my nose and I ran off up the street crying “Dion has just stolen my nose”... I soon forgave him and he became a massive part of my childhood. He was and still is the only full grown man I’ve watched hold a lighter to the outside of his jeans (wrangler’s no doubt) whilst passing wind!! RIP lovely man. All my love and thoughts, Faye xx