The week before last we finished our Shift-work on a Thursday morning. As usual - we're all knackered but happy to be having a few days rest before Monday comes around and we all had to start the whole routine again. I said to one member of our shift; "See you Monday Buster", and as usual I was greeted with a happy shagged out smile and he replied; "Yeah - I'm fu**ed...off to get some kip and then get on with all this home improvements stuff that's going on!" He had the builders in doing all manner of stuff according to conversations we would have through the night. Ex military talk about everything and anything and usually end up taking the piss out of all of it. We even got round to talking about knocking the job on the head. Been doing it too long. Time to call it a day. Take the zinc hand-shake and the pension and fu*k off out of it. Y'know how it goes. We all ambled our seperate ways and dragged our tired selves away for a well earned rest. That was it really. Nothing much to write home about. Then Monday comes along and I gets into work about 06:30 and I'm looking at another member of the Shift who seems to have a lot on his mind. "Have you heard about Buster?", he says. Military humour kicks in and I said, "He thrown a sicky? Won the fu**ing Lottery or what?" "No Mac - he passed away on Sunday" I'm thinking - did I just hear you right? You just told me Busters died? I'd just managed to get through my 59th Birthday and Buster (who was bordering on 62 I think) had crossed the bar? No - this is not right. I only said "See you Monday" four f**king days ago". The worst possible news anyone could get at 06:30 on a Monday morning. Taken ill over the weekend and into hospital, and died early on Sunday morning. We're all feeling low and we're all wondering how such a thing could have possibly happen. It's not fair. It's not right - we were only discussing the fact that we were BOTH thinking of getting the fu*k out of the job in the not-too-distant future. Paul Brown was a good bloke - ex CRS, and I've known him for a lot of years. I feel for his wife, his son and daughter and every other member of his family. Like all of them - everyone at work will remember him as a happy, cheerful and extremely likeable bloke. The funeral is on Monday 22nd July. I wish it wasn't happening, but it is, so we will all be there and we will all think of him and the family and mates he has left behind. R.I.P Paul "Buster" Brown.