“If any c*** sends you a letter asking for payment for something you’re not aware of or saying you infringed copyright, ignore them. They’re fishing.”

That was some of the best advice I received and it’s served me well. It came in particularly handy during those years when Racingbitch was fun to publish and from which came characters like The Plodder, Toffee Tongue, the messiah, Peter The Not So Great One and others who are lost in the blur of the past.

Kevin Egan gave me that advice and for which I shall always be thankful. We lost Kevin, a truly gifted lawyer, to a heart attack on Sunday, ironically Father’s Day. There were two missed calls from him the day before. It was a race day and we’d always buy a Six Up.

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