Words for Dad
	It never took much to get Fishley to tag along for the ride and in most cases he made people go much further than they would have alone.  I found myself with him on many occasions in some interesting situations.  Whether it be walking to the South coast during torrential rain in 1985, sleeping rough on Dartmoor in 86, riding the trains from Hong Kong to Beijing with breakfast in Canton in 95 and being offered some dubious film roles along the way (he was the good looking one).  Then more recently driving through the Southern states of America in 96 and dealing with the revelation that snow and motorcycles don't mix in the Pyrenees and the rather hectic border crossings of Northern Africa in 2002.
	This is not to say that he was easily lead but could always be relied upon to give guidance and constructive criticism when you lost your way or were obviously in need of advice to get back on track, the sign of a true friend.  He revelled in the hope and success of others.
	It is difficult to put down words about him when every thing he did was for us and it would be easier to talk about those who were influenced and guided by him.  Tell him your thoughts and he'd try to understand in his own independent, unbiased and diplomatic way.  There were people who had principles that he may have disagreed with but he always treated them with a respect that he wished to be returned - a true idealist who thought way beyond his own lifetime with a faith in the underlying goodness of the human race.
	This is what made him the true, proper and successful businessman that he was - often turning down personal gain in order to plant the seeds of future growth.
	It is a great loss to all that knew him and more so to those who never had the pleasure.  The world truly was a more interesting and rewarding place with him in it, but thankfully there are so many great memories that will never fade, his love and ideals will live on in that which he gave to others.