While back in England for my dad’s funeral, I woke up one morning and had the sudden urge to escape. Considering the size of Europe, and the fact I could go anywhere, it’s was a pain in the arse trying to decide where to go.

And then all of the sudden I remembered watching Jamie Oliver does Stockholm, and a few minutes later I had bought myself a flight and a booked myself into a posh hotel for a couple of nights.

Stockholm, Sweden is one beautiful city, probably one of the most stunning I have visited in Europe. The girls were equally as beautiful, the food great and Stockholm in general served as a good place to roam the streets while reflecting on life.

My father having fun in Bangkok on our first visit to Thailand.

My father taught me more about life than everyone else combined. I am who I am because of my Dad. He was and always will be my idol. He has always encouraged me to follow my dreams, and it feels so comforting to know he was generally proud of me.

My father always treated everyone the same, always gave and never expected anything in return, and was a great loving father to boot. He will be missed by many, and will forever shape the way I think and behave.

I’m keeping strong, just as he would expect of me.

I have just been told he said this to he’s best friend a while ago:

“When I go it shouldn’t be with a whimper, but slide in sideways with my hair on fire shouting “What a ride!’”

That is so my old man haha

Thanks Dad for all the love, advice, laughs, memories and hugs you’ve gave me. I love you more than words can express.