The sweetest guy I ever knew passed away after a very short illness this week, aged only 44. On Sunday, he apologised for not feeling well enough to keep an appointment to see 'Ted' with me. On Thursday, he was dead. His name was Colin Fawcett and everybody who knew him loved him. That's no exaggeration, he was the funniest, kindest person you could ever hope to meet and I was one of the (many) lucky ones who called him My Friend.. He was a very talented cartoonist and very knowledgeable about comic books. I heard something new about Jack Kirby today and I thought "just wait till Col hears about this!" Goodnight, Col, mind how you go. Life just won't be the same without you, pal.