This Remembrance Day I skype my Royal Marine mate, Stacks, and he asks me to sing, as always. Follow link to hear Stacks's first request today
He especially remembers Harrison, I Luke McCulloch. We cry.
I remind him of the only time I've had the last word with him ever - when he was tearful at the Nelson Supper in 2010.
'Look at you,' I'd said. 'What's the quote? "The colonel, like most military men, was really abnormally sensitive".'
Thumbs pressed to his eyes Stacks had guessed, 'Laurence of Arabia: The Seven PIllars of Wisdom.'
'No. Miss Marple, The Body in the Library.'
He reminds me of my first tour entertaining in Iraq when I was lippy to him onstage, and he upended me, ran out of the venue with me over his shoulder and dumped me on a strategically placed tank, refusing to let me down again until I had sung the song he asked for. Me, above the wire in the wilds of Um Qasar, in a white frilly tutu - a conspicuous target, has to be said - while insurgents were shelling away in the desert.
'Stop panicking,' Stacks had shouted up at me. 'I'd hardly be standing here leaving you up there if that was something going on to be concerned at. I told you - they're busy with weddings just now. They're just making a bit of noise. Maybe in response to us sending up a warning shot or three to encourage them to cool it with the all night mix of Demis Russous's "Forever and Ever". Anyway, don't change the subject, Little Miss Quaking. Sing.'
We don't mention him getting shot in Afghanistan, though I suspect he's thinking of this when he's scratching his cleavage, just where the now almost completely faded bullet wound would be. If he's going out on the pull in Manchester, and thinks the wound is too faded, he will enhance it with make-up.
Today I tell him about what I saw on Sunday, on my way back to Suffolk.
Walking through Liverpool Street station I noticed a girl in a red dress, her shoes on the floor at her feet, clutch-bag on the Kindertransport memorial. She was staring post-muntedly in the direction of the Bishopsgate exit, echoing the girl statue in the memorial staring across at platform six.