Remembering great times. Completely gutted that Meat Loaf has left us.
Always full of madness, with the innocent sense of naughtiness of a 5-year old, Meat was forever young.
I called him Mr Loaf, and he called me when he wanted some wacky guitar playing. We had so much fun so many times, and, just three months younger than me, he felt like a brother.
Dear Meat, the world is mourning and will miss your fine and powerful presence for a very long time.