It's been a rough day in the office, confined by walls and narrow views, stiffled by stress and frazzled with frustration, when it's time to meet the Yeoman of the Ward and the rest of the Z Team for lunch. Chris, you're there, cool and calm, a smile at the ready, twinkle-eyed balm. We eat, we chill, we chunter and laugh, often guffaw, bounce stories and wit, a real rapport. We put the world to rights; we consider the ifs; we figure the buts; put it all in perspective, relax, feel OK - a touchstone of friendship; we continue our day. At times we'd meet for walks in the sun, for coffees in cafes, for lunches, for fun. You brightened our lives, trustworthy and wise; you kept us all going when we felt old and tired. We'll miss you so much, Chris, all in our own way, we were so lucky to know you, the cream of the Z Team, listener supreme. Later, remotely, with lucid email tales of adventure, you kept us laughing, with your selfless nature. A friend to the end, you'll be with us still: we'll speak of you often; remember, we will. Really, of all the Z-ish things to do - even beats the story of the door, and the loo........