I’m still processing the news of my old comrade Nick Booth’s untimely death this week. He knew a disconcerting number of people and if his name came up I’d joke we’d fought together on the Birmingham front of the social media wars. Our side lost, of course, and our lives took us in different directions, but when our paths inevitably crossed it was always a joy. He had the best smile and gave the best hugs.

I have two photos of Nick from that heady time. The first is of him listening to someone else talk, taken in a pub in early 2009.

The second from 2008 when Jon Bounds and I discovered he was ignorant of Goatse, the shock site you should never google, and decided that if he was going to be taken seriously in this game he had to be blooded. He was game so Jon showed him and I caught the reaction.

I have surprisingly few other photos of him, probably because whenever we were together we were talking, talking, endlessly talking.

He was a good friend.