Stephen Jardine

Your memory will always bring a smile to my face. The day you simply had to taste Hawiian Tropic suntan lotion at Sandy Lane because it smelled so much like Bounty Bars. You then spent the rest of the afternoon spitting it out. How I laughed! Then there were those weekday mornings Coopers & Lybrand when you would breeze into the offices, always a smile on your face and greeting every female colleague by guessing what perfume she was wearing from ten feet away. You were never wrong and it would lift the mood of the whole place. And how could I forget the rugby matches? You disappearing into the distance as you ran down the wing playing for Barbados Under 19s. I was never quick enough to keep up so it was always only your back I ever saw. Rest in peace, my old friend.