I used to go to Dennis shop in Whittle-le-Woods where he wrote his now famous catalogue sheets complete with smelling pistakes and little stories then banged them out on his ancient printer thingy. His shop was an Aladins cave of all things airguns. Spares by the ton. We often had a game of chess and I remember helping him to do several arms fairs including one in London and travelling in his old banger estate car. It was he who taught me the trick of gently slowing down when your passenger was taking a drink then releasing the brakes. Oh how I laughed.

What a character. ("Salad butty and can I have the lettuce dry!") The last time I saw him he was well into Italian motorcycles.

Im sure hes still batting away.