Too many losses

It's been a hard year or so. Too many good people have gone, and I feel quite bereft without them in the world.

Benzi Dunner: I still find it hard to believe that someone so good and generous, so unassuming and humble, rubbed shoulders with us in London for such a brief time. We are all of us poorer without him, in every sense of the word. How many people he supported who never even knew their benefactor!

Dina Rabinovitch: so often, she articulated what I thought far more clearly than I could myself. She was brave, sassy, iconoclastic, intelligent, humane ...

Alan Coren: The master of intelligent humour. He could lift the bleakest, grayest day into sunshine.

Humphrey Lyttleton: Dear Humph! Life is just poorer without the masterful raconteur, without ISIHAC, without that fabulous jazz.

Rick Wright: One of my late-teen icons. A part of my past, of who I wanted to be. Such brilliance in composition, such original and iconic music that flowed from his keyboard. Never a showman, just creative brilliance. Echoes.