Mike had a great zest for many rich and varied aspects of life. We met and boogied at a Uni party in the early 70's, throwing some ironically wild Charleston moves in the mix. He was no stuffy boffin. I recall him talking on radio about fruit fly eyes (try saying that after a glass or two). His piece was perfectly pitched for an interested non-scientist, and with anthropomorphic gusto he enlivened it with the courtship habits of male fruit flies. He made things happen, like our early music gigs at the Wealden outdoor museum, where he loved telling curious visitors about the more outlandish old instruments he played. He loved life. He was perennially interesting and interested, a kind, funny and brilliant friend. I miss you, Mike, with much love, Sallie.