It was October 1964 when I first met the young Mike Cannon. We had just arrived at the University of East Anglia (UEA) to read Chemistry and from almost the first day we became friends. It was a great time to be at UEA. A new university and we were founding students in the School of Chemical Sciences. The class of ’64 was only a small group and with an enthusiastic team of lecturers everyone got on very well. I will always remember that in those days we chemists had 9.00am lectures 6 days a week so we really never were apart and our friendship grew stronger and stronger. It could not be said that we shared all the same interests but that did not seem to matter. We did however have one interest in common in that we were both Churchmen but even then we were different. Mike joined the small evangelical Anglican Church just at the side of the campus whilst I went to the local Methodist Church and I remember that we would share our services with each other when we met later in the day. In our final year at UEA Mike moved into the new Halls of Residence (now listed buildings) but I stayed in digs so his journey to lectures (now only 5 days a week) was shorter than mine in contrast to the first 2 years when Mike had quite a long journey, on his bike, across the city. The final year also brought the dreaded ‘Finals’ and surprise, surprise we both ended up with the same degree. Our celebration was a wonderful occasion when Mike and his parents joined with me and my parents to share a meal at one of the then leading restaurants in Norwich. Another post-finals highlight was a wonderful Cheese and Wine Party (very much in vogue at the time) which Mike organised, with very little help from me, in his Hall common room. Attended by many students and staff I believe a great time was had by all. Sadly, graduation meant going our separate ways - Mike to Bristol and me to London - and apart from our respective weddings and one meeting in Chester in the early 1970’s I don’t think we have met since. Margaret and I did try to meet Mike at a Christian Camp in mid-Wales, also in the early 1970’s, but sadly we could not find the venue so our meeting again was thwarted. It is however pleasing that we never lost contact and it has been a great joy to watch our families grow and share our family news at a distance. In some ways it feels as though we were never apart. Mike, you have been a wonderful friend and I will miss you and at this time my thoughts and prayers are very much with Angie and her family. Jim Wilson