We met, fifty old friends and family, up in Westminster, to remember David Risner, last Saturday lunchtime. He died twenty years ago this month. He was one of the best – husband, father, publisher, friend – but none of that captures it.  David had integrity, loyalty, a sense of fun, he was clever, clued in, and good company. We worked together for four years so or, and I’ve had no better friend in all my years in publishing. David, we miss you still, and honour your memory.