John-Luke’s sense of style was unique and fun, like everything else about him. He was great to shop with and was always picking out things he thought I’d like, sending me pictures saying ‘do you want this?’ even when I wasn’t there. I miss getting pictures on whatsapp of him trying stuff on in town or the outlet on his lunchbreaks. One of my funniest memories of shopping together is of him trying on some very short shorts about 15 years ago and me absolutely creasing up outside the changing room when he came to show me. I don’t know why it made me laugh so hard but the staff member was very bemused. John-Luke had bought a sewing machine recently and that was going to be his new hobby. I’d bought him for his last birthday a pattern for pyjamas, as he was always complaining about how boring the choices were for men’s PJs in shops. His love of style extended to interior design, and he loved to shop for the house as well as for clothes. He loved trips to Ikea and another of his favourite things to do was browse the charity shops of Old Town on his days off, sending me pictures of things he wanted to buy. We got some cool stuff for the house this way. He had such an eye for how to put things together. He was always rearranging things I’d done, complaining it was too symmetrical!

He had such a wicked sense of fun and style. He always appeared so relaxed and comfortable in who he was and I think that always put others at ease with him - it certainly did for me...amongst other things I will miss his cheeky bants and snazzy socks.

His jokes always used to have me in giggles and I will miss seeing and receiving pictures of his quirky fashion purchases and ideas of his next fashion purchase.

One wonderful tip John-Luke gave me was where to get a decent haircut. He mentioned a fantastic Turkish barbers in Old Town which I then booked an appointment with. The haircut was great until the barber started lighting methylated spirits to burn the hair off my ears and nose! Being wonderfully British I didn't question it at the time. Afterwards when I asked John-Luke why he didn't warn me my face was going to be set alight he simply replied, "No one warned me!

We shared many conversations and ideas on important diversity and inclusion topics, but one JL felt most passionately about was that men in the office should be allowed to wear shorts on hot days. I know he would have loved the fact that I included this here. I treasured his calmness, adored his easy smile, but most of all I loved him in his gorillas and bananas shirt from Primani.

I remember going to the Glue Pot for lunch (eggchipsandbeans and a cheeky pint) when I came down to run a training course. John-Luke had grown a fearsome beard as a mark of disrespect for authority, much to the annoyance of evil dictator boss Peter 'the weasel' Durham. Winding up Durham was a favourite pastime for quite a few of us.

We were at a fireworks display not long after John-Luke had his laser eye surgery, a light drizzle coming down. JL was having a great time watching the bonfire being lit by a flaming arrow, while I wiped the damp from my varifocals. When I first met JL, he was the one who'd worn specs since childhood and I wasn't even yet in reading glasses. So it was great to hear JL's delight that now, at last, he didn't have to watch through misted lenses and faff around keeping them clean. He could just enjoy the spectacle.