From Daisy

I first met Max at the beginning of Uni, when a big group of us used to go on debauched nights out in Newcastle. In the first semester of first year we all became obsessed with LoveDough, this cheesy hip hop night. We would go every Thursday and I remember Max bopping away to that Common tune, The Light, which reminds me of that time and him so much. The next day we would all re-hash the night and inevitably there would be stories which always had Max at the centre. He was the kind of person that everyone talked about, and always in good terms. I can't remember ever hearing someone say a bad word about him, probably because he was the kind of genuinely wicked person that is rare to find and that you hope you'll know all your life. The last time I saw him properly was at Lucy Spreckley's 21st at the end of the summer. We sat on the sofa in her living room chatting for a while, having a slightly drunken heart to heart. And weirdly I often felt like I was having a heart to heart when I spoke to him, because there was no bullshit, and he listened.

I believed that I'd get to know him so much better over time, and that I'd have so many more experiences with him in the future, and I am so sad that I wont.

Daisy Greenwell