My Uncle, Alan Watt died this morning following a short illness. He was 82. He was in MI from 1945 to 1946 or thereabouts, mainly in NW Europe. He was a great chap, a raconteur of the first order with stories of the many varied things he'd done in his life and a good store of rather "tall" stories such as that of "The Green Arrow", a mystery archer who terrorised his depot with unexpected arrows through Nissen hut windows and the like. After National Service he worked on Liners and later in some of the top London Hotels in various roles. Latterly, he moved to the west country and ran a pub and later a restaurant before retiring some years ago. His wife, Marian died in 2001. He is survived by his three daughters. We are diminished.