Peter Ham - what can I say? From the moment he walked into our lives on a Summer's day in 1966, there he was - the big brother I'd always wanted. As my sister's boyfriend, Pete very quickly became part of our family - loved by our parents and totally and utterly adored by me.

Because The Iveys earned very little money in those days, Pete was a frequent visitor at our home in Golders Green. When he wasn't working, he invariably came for supper - sometimes on his own, sometimes with one of the other boys. Always with a sense of humour, always kind and always very polite.

Gifts brought back from those first overseas tours are still treasured - the key ring from Italy, the shell necklace from Hawaii. The beer steins bought for my parents from his first trip to New York still stand on my kitchen shelves today.

Pete was generous and fun loving. We have a tape, recorded on my little Philips Cassette player; of Bev, Pete and myself sitting at home on a Saturday night after he had appeared on the Lulu Show. We were drinking cider, and as the evening progressed, we all got sillier and sillier - especially Pete. His talent for lyrics was, that night, displayed in a series of "daft ditties" that had us all in hysterics by the time our parents returned home.

Pete's warmth and loyalty were the product of a close and loving family life. On my first visit to Swansea when I was about seventeen, we were welcomed by the Ham family as if we'd known them forever - which indeed it felt we did after all the stories and anecdotes that we'd heard from Pete over the years.

Pete is still sorely missed - how I wish we could all go back thirty odd years and go through it all again.