I remember Norman Smith, who, I have just read on totallyfuzzy, passed away this week aged 85. "Fucking cancer", of course. He was the recording engineer for all the early Beatles recordings, discovered Pink Floyd and, as Hurricane Smith, had hits of his own with Don't Let It Die and Oh Babe, What Would You Say. But I remember Linda (love of my life at the time) Forster telling me she used to babysit for him.