It's Baz's funeral this afternoon.
I just dropped off some cake at Zac's and already the street is littered with bikes and bikers, some of whom have travelled from Australia, Germany, Finland, Ireland and even England to be here. Baz was a much loved and well-respected man.
The coffin is in Zac's and his children have left a half-drunk glass of beer and a cigarette on it. I love that touch.
My excitement today will be riding pillion on Gareth's bike in the funeral cortege! I've been invited as an honorary 'biker' for the day and I even have a batman helmet. There will be no stopping me now ...