Mason Curtis; I used to work with him at T.N.T. I`ll always remember some of the stoopid stuff we`d do. We were walking around the financial district of London, which was deserted I was delivering mail in one street, he was a few streets along. And every now and then, out of the silence would come, from either him or me, the loudest ever Frankie Howerd impersonations.

Barry Powell, or "Inspector Morse" as we used to call him as he was the eldest of us, and delivered to Morse`s stomping ground, Oxford.