David and I go way back, mate, way back. Back to when sheep were shorn, and dusk was dawn. When tides were out and Mummy had gout. They were times of joy and jubilation, pie and mutilation, and wacky wacked out crack. I salut you, Sir.

Genuinely the nicest most kindest most sensitive most loverly man face I've ever had the pleasure to be friends with. I think he might be the only one left in the world (get him girls!!).

I love Arty Dave's Photos. They are the absolute anti-thesis of mine: They have feeling, tenderness, yearning and alot of emotion. I think he is very much concerned with what is outside of the frame. Plus he is one of the most decent and dependable chaps I know.

He once said to me: If I had been a boy I'd have been christened Dave.

A very authentic individual