For most of my years in Ealing , Steve was a front row colleague. We were good friends, and in the true sense of the phrase, friendly rivals. As props do, we spent a lot of our time boring on the field and boring everyone at the bar, discussing the artful delicacies of front row play. Steve was as strong as an ox, and I find it hard to take in he has been taken from us. All who knew him are mourning, and the front row union most especially.
So soon after Damian, this is quite numbing news. Rest in Peace, Steve.