With thoughts of Nic... We met up as a group of youngsters, and continued our friendship throughout the years. Nic and Stuart being the footballing duo from schooldays, playing for West Kent(Bromley) Schools Football League and Bromley and Beckenham Schools Football League at Kelsey Park School, also 5-a-side team Pegasus at 16. There was always fun to be had, usually meeting up at Jill & Clive's house listening to music, and being teenagers. There were camping trips to Pett, and I remember on one occasion a very competitive game of table tennis ensued. Stuart & I moved to Devon, so there were years when we didn't have contact. In latter years we have met up at Lulworth Cove and West Bay in Dorset and Bath, enjoying Nics sense of fun, a group still enjoying each other's company. I will always remember Nic, with a smile on my face.... Sadly leaving all too soon and far too young.... Jan Reeves & the late Stuart Reeves

The first time I met Ian, I knew we were going to get on . Our shared love of sport and beer helped cement the relationship. I couldn't have asked for a better brother in law. He was great fun to be around with and, many an enjoyable session was had in a pub in the City. Smart, quick witted and very generous in many ways. Ian's natural dealing instinct also provided much amusement. He always seemed to be on the hunt for a bargain ! Even during the last few years of his dreadful illness, I saw glimmers of the 'old Ian'. This brought back memories of many a happy time in his company. Our dear friend. You will be sorely missed . May you rest in peace. Peter & Ann

We were very sad to hear the news of Ian’s death. It is over 25 years since we first met the Nicolson family, as we all moved into our splendid new Charles Church homes in the Knowle. It feels like only yesterday. It very quickly became apparent that the two households were of a very differing disposition – Ian kept his lawn beautifully manicured. Our garden was always a bit wayward. We used to tease Ian as he was out edging or sweeping up fallen leaves - he always gave as good has he got in return. I remember when he was painting his fence, Ian didn’t just slap the Cuprinol on the verticals like most folk. Ian’s fence was done to his usual impeccable standard with a wee brush being used to delicately coat the top surface. Not one drip came down our side. What we will remember Ian for most is his teasing sense of humour. Our Scottishness was of course a prime target for leg-pulling, especially when Scotland was being beaten at rugby. John remembers being asked round to watch a game, so put on a kilt and his best Braveheart makeup. Ian took great delight in England’s victory. I remember John collapsing in a drunken heap in our bathroom after an evening round at No 5, when Ian brought out some stupidly expensive brandy. What a generous host! So many memories of his twinkly eyes and, to our ears, his Del Boy accent. And he did of course teach Laura to drive – eventually. I think she passed on her fifth effort. No reflection on Ian of course, but for sure he loved taking cheques from his Scottish neighbours.