chuck b gave me my first proper job when i lost his camera on an errand
he couldn't be arsed to go to a trade show so sent me to take pictures of product, which i duly did, but on the way home i couldn't resist skating the high street kensington banks.
rookie error: someone stole my bag, but instead of stressing chuck kindly offered me a saturday job to pay him back. once i had, he offered me full-time employment and for that i will be eternally grateful
anyway, chuck is still fucking epic and today i walked into my house to discover this parcel
not enough space to recall every rad story about mr b (him and dave curry terrorising soho rooftops is a fave, though).
raising a glass to you tonight, holmes
