Charlie was ever-present when I was in my touring days. I will always remember barelling up to him, well in my cups one night and greeting him loudly and cheerfully, without realising at the time I was bollocksing up his recording of the show. Then, as always, he was a gentleman and while being part of the touring set always meant being on one of several wheels within a greater wheel, our Charles managed to be a familiar face whichever corner of the crowd one tended to occupy.
I shall not forget him and neither will many, many others, across all of Europe.
Charles. A comrade. RIP.