I met Malcolm whilst taking shelter in a backstreet bar from a Transylvanian rainstorm ( that's Transylvania, Romania). He came over to our table, slapped down a copy of The Brothers Karamazov and asked if we had an opinion on the Pevear and Larissa translation. What an opener! By the time the storm was over we had drunk all the wine in the bar (really). We had to pay the bar bill as Malcolm had lost his wallet. Malcolm was mortified and insisted we met him for dinner later so he could return the compliment. We did not need to be asked twice. Malcolm was the most amazing company, intelligent, questioning, curious about everything and everybody. He was great fun too, not least when the joke was on him. As it happened we ended up paying for dinner too as it turned out that, when Malcolm returned to the hotel to retrieve the lost wallet he had also lost the trousers his wallet was in! He did manage to treat us to breakfast the next day, and told us many many stories, including his theory that dogs were the saviours of mankind. I still repeat his stories to this day, particularly the dog one. Here in the UK no one I know has not heard about Marvelous Malcolm. He spoke with great affection of his home, his family, Tracy, his friends and colleagues. I'm sure now, more than ever, you all realise how blessed you were to have him in your lives. We promised Malcolm we would meet again in New York, but never got around to it. Life really is too short. I hope to learn from his spirit and zest for life. The next time I am offered the opportunity for adventure ( or to drink a bar dry) I will do it without hesitation, for Malcolm. Malcolm; the pleasure and the privilege was all mine. X