

And if you need to know the measure of a man, you simply count his friends
Glyn Jones
This site is a tribute to Glyn Richard Wasley Jones, who was born in Inverness on 7th July 1984.
Glyn was not only a much-loved partner, son, grandson, nephew, cousin, uncle, friend & colleague, but a handsome, intelligent, empathetic and talented young man. He also had a fantastic sense of humour, was always steadfastly loyal and very importantly, he had great moral integrity and always stood up against any injustice.
For most of his life he grew up in Troon, attending Barassie Primary and then Marr College.
He had a whole group of friends growing up, they all played rugby or went to Boys’ Brigade together. He remained in contact with many of them, which was typical of him, he was just great at keeping in touch with people!
He continued watching rugby (and was a Wales boy at heart) throughout his life and in fact he loved many sports especially NFL and the New York Giants.
But above all Glyn was passionate about his music, he loved performing – a love which stayed with him, bringing many new friends into his life - and on leaving school studied Commercial Music at the Ayr Campus of Paisley University. He played in 3 of his own bands - Fuzzylogic who won the Scottish Battle of the Bands in 2004 and went to the Astoria Music Venue in London for the World finals. Then Roxbury and latterly Arc Altaire.
Don’t forget to check out the ‘Glyn Jones The Hangover Sessions’ on YouTube, including one for the GB Bobsleigh Team!
He then returned to Glasgow Caledonian University to complete a Masters Degree in Risk Management. During this period he worked for Carphone Warehouse and moved to Glasgow, particularly enjoying this time in his life, making many new friends and many a wild party attended.
When he completed his Masters he began working for KPMG being involved in many different aspects of their work over the years – among them management consultancy, climate risk and internal governance. He made many lasting friendships and even more wild parties were attended!
He liked the people he worked with and fought hard to ensure that everyone had all the support they needed. Glyn hated injustice and would always stand up for what he believed was right. He would challenge authority if he felt it was necessary and he never just went with the flow as an easy option. He was his own man!
He always worked tirelessly to try and help people including always being involved in Movember. This did result in some very dodgy looking moustaches - but Glyn was utterly committed to charities that raised awareness and funds for men’s health, including, but particularly men’s mental health. It mattered to him.
From the age of 16 any invite to a family do must involve food and ideally a roast dinner, accompanied by good bottle of red wine! He also enjoyed cooking, with steak being his favourite (again with a good bottle of red wine!) and stealing his mothers pate recipe to make for Thanksgiving each year, joining friends on Bute.
He loved his podcasts listening to history, politics, true crime, and of course sports.
In 2019/20 Glyn decided to take up acting, joining Southside Performance Studio performing in theatre productions, a mini series ‘Stacey’s Dream’ and the film ‘The Worlds a Stage’ which can be found on Prime Video. Though we think his role as Joseph Coia the estate agent in ‘3/2 Kings Drive’ feature film was probably his favourite role.
When he, Caroline and Elmer the dog moved to Woodburn in Kilmun, it seemed at last he was finally settled. Content, relaxed and the happiest he had ever been, with a beautiful partner and wonderful plans for the future.
The family look forward to reading your stories and memories of Glyn. It is important we remember those times, write about them, talk about them and ensuring his memory is kept alive.
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Glyn and I first met by absolute chance at a Battle of the Bands @ The Rock Garden’s in Glasgow* and music, specifically We Are Scientists, brought us back together a number of years later. We never looked back. Music was a huge part of our relationship and the last 12-months of gigs without him have been both comforting and gut-wrenching all at the same time. Being in a moment we should have been sharing together absolutely breaks me, every single time, but it allows me to remember how truly blessed we were to have shared so many wonderful experiences with each other over the years.
Following his passing, we asked friends and family to share their musical memories of Glyn and, rather unsurprisingly, I let collating my own list turn into quite the painstaking process that it was too long to share on this page. At the request of Glyn’s Mum, Cath, I have transposed my memories into images, which she hopes will help others remember their own time spent with him! ♥
I'll re-share some of the charity links in a moment but, almost more importantly than donating, I’d just like to reiterate how important it is to please talk to your friends. I don't only mean to check if they're ok, but, equally as importantly, to let them know if you need their help and support! If I could talk to my friend one more time, I'd make sure that he knew he was loved, supported, valued and that him being part of my family meant the world to all of us!
Life isn't always easy, but we're all in it together. Let's look out for each other, always ♥
You can donate in Glyn’s memory here:
Tiny Changes: https://tinyurl.com/35xvwp7r
Samaritans: https://tinyurl.com/3ttdauum
*he’d be relying on me telling you all that Fuzzylogic won and Vendeta came 2nd 😂






















Living together at Crossburn.
Turning the ‘ballroom’ into a band practice space.
Writing songs on the sofa.
Fighting over which side of the stage we would stand on.
Leaving the first half a song lyric on the blackboard in the kitchen for the other to finish when they got home from work.
Steak Thursdays.
Butter snobbery.
Playing all the shows together.
Particularly the Cathouse and Classic Grande.
Forcing friends to buy tickets.
Geeking out over headphones and Bon Iver.
Getting a text any time he saw a bee!
Glyn keeping me company on a quiet Monday night shift at the Ardneil.
Stealing my staff drinks when I wasn’t working…
There are so many more from gigs, holidays, Ardneil quizzes, caves, and a hundred other memories! I will keep them all close and continue to share them and smile! X

One of the first memories I have of Glyn was in Kishorn at Christmas sometime in the early 90's. I was probably less than 5 years old at the time but I have a vivid memory of Glyn sitting at the piano and playing "Rock Around The Clock" by Bill Hailey whilst everyone sang along.
Memory is a funny thing, as I remember it being one of the greatest, most professional performances I've ever heard....in hindsight, it probably wasn't anything close to that.
However, the fact that I've had that memory in my head for 30 years just goes to show how much of a great, natural performer Glyn was, and the shining charisma he had!
He's sorely missed and the amount of amazing people that are sharing stories is testament to what a great guy he was!!

As well as many, many...many ridiculous nights out - and many, many gigs - after Mark passed, Glyn was an absolute rock for me. We sat for hours chatting through memories and he even helped me choose the music for the funeral. He got me through the day - while, of course, wearing his shite shirt from one of our more infamous nights out.
He checked up on me pretty much weekly, and I don't have words for what his friendship meant to me, or for how much of a gap his passing has left in my life. Miss you x





He’s been a good friend ever since, I feel like I’ve got through most of my adult life with him on the end of the phone or whenever he visited London with work, we’d meet up for dinner, drinks, gigs and so many laughs.
Recently I had to undergo a number of surgeries. After each one I’d wake up to a text from Glyn asking me to let him know I was ok. He was so caring, living in different countries made no difference to our friendship, it never faltered!
When I made an awareness video in 2021 about my experiences of medical gaslighting as a woman of colour, I sent it to Glyn to watch before I submitted it for his opinion. It was 26mins long and he took the time to watch it straight away. He replied with such love and support, telling me that it made him cry and when I asked why, he said “the injustice of it”.
I’ll always hold you in the warmest place in my heart Glyn. You’ve always been there for me. What a privilege it has been to have had you in my life for 22 years.
Love, forever.
Raj xxxxx

I've got a few old undeveloped camera films from 20 odd years ago. I'll need to get them developed and see if there's some of Glyn or Glyn & me and upload them here- there should be.
Peace & Love my old fellow Knight of the Green Cloth,
Iain with 2 i's
While the circumstances that brought us together were less than ideal, I remain forever thankful for meeting Glyn and the short, but impactful, friendship that ensued.
Glyn and my partner Jaimé both loved NFL so Sunday night football became a hot topic via whatsapp. It was lockdown when we lived in the same building so we sadly never actually got to hang out in each others apartments. That didn't stop us having fun. Glyn and I - both craft beer lovers - would meet in the building atrium for some pre beers and then we would have some pre-game banter and exchange betting tips. Superbowl sunday was a great memory as Glyn made his famous buffalo chicken and shared some with us - it's still one of Jaimé's favourite things to eat on football Sundays!
I don't have many photos of Glyn - our whatsapp chat was full of photos of shoddy workmanship in our apartments, beer recommendations and other random things. However, I did manage to find a few photos of a lovely night out that we had with him, another neighbour and our Dog Tilly.
We went to Phillies in Shawlands and had lots of amazing beers and banter. Our dog Tilly is not a fan of other humans, but she fell in love with 'Uncle Glyn' almost immediately upon on meeting him. You can see how comfortable they were with each other in the photos I have posted.
Glyn and Caroline absolutely blew me away when they showed up to my 40th a few years ago. I hadn't seen them in ages as I had moved to Edinburgh and I had only met Caroline in passing. Given that they didn't really know anyone, I absolutely did not expect either of them to come along or, if they did, to stay for more than a quick drink. Not only did they stay for more than one drink, they were carving up the dancefloor right up until the end of the night - with Belinda Carlisle being a particular favourite tune if my fuzzy memory serves me well! I made a mental note there and then to make sure that I went to Glyn's party when he turned 40 in a few years - I kept that promise, of course, I am just devastated that he wasn't there himself carving up the dancefloor at Mono.
Glyn - you were in my life for a really short period of time, but the imprint you left was profound. I genuinely cannot believe that you are no longer with us. I think of you fondly pretty much every time I order a craft beer or watch the rugby or NFL. I have lost count of the amount of times I have picked up the phone to share a picture of a beer or ask you what you thought of the rugby score.
I miss you bud. xx




But even more special was a night together in Edinburgh, Glyn surprised me with a bottle of champagne in our hotel room, it was my birthday but I’d also just passed my degree for work - it was so thoughtful of him & I’m sure I still have the cute card he gave me. The celebrations continued at a cabaret show, then we finished the night off at an after party and I’ll always be glad of the photo we had taken together, as it’s the last one I have of Glyn & I.
Glyn, you’ll always have a place in my heart xx

We are thinking December 1995 (Mara Tour) or 1996 (Long Distance Tour), so he would have been 11 or 12 at the time. I had been ill, but didn't dare let him down and went in a neck collar, taking plenty of pain killers!!
He absolutely loved Runrig and they always remained close to his heart. At our wedding Glyn came running to find me so we could dance to 'Dance called America' - so glad I took my shoes off, as I had forgotten how long it was!
One Mother's Day he used a photo from the gig and said 'Best gig buddy' totally made my day, even if probably not strictly true.
He was always so thoughtful (even if sometimes a tad frustrated and annoyed with me) and there is always something special when your children actually want to spend time with you.
Those memories are now even more precious. Love you Sonbeam


Every time we look at this painting it’s a reminder of the great memories we share with him. Although it does make me laugh a bit as he always teased me about how I never leave the west end!

I've been writing this in my head for a while (walking to work, supping a pint, crocheting, listening to music), and putting off writing it down for as long as your mum would let me. So I'll no doubt have missed things. Found it therapeutic in a way, but incredibly difficult in others. So many memories and feelings are tough.
I've been trying to pull out an epic first time I met you memory, but my terrible memory doesn't have it, perhaps there isn't really one. Moving to Troon at 15, we ended up in the same group of friends, and it it just went from there, together for the best part of 25 years. Funny though, seeing as I had no musical talent, sporting ability or knowledge, and an incredibly questionable taste in music, though we of course did share a love of the Phonics (and a few others), and an appreciation of good beer....
Trying to pick out some favourite memories is tricky, there are so many that come to mind, but so many lost to my terrible memory and alcohol, along with those that should be kept close to one's chest!
Obviously there is the traipsing round after fuzzylogic, Roxbury and the odd solo gig. Early day's in the Towers, the Battle of the Bands culminating in the London Astoria, then many nights in Macsorley's, Sleazy's, Box, Stereo to name a few, and of course, the ultimate in Tut's. I was so proud of you guys. That night it felt like we all had 'made it'!
I still miss the days of you playing 'Airing my G-string ', but not as much as the rage I envoked every time I asked you to play it, even when it was long forgotten! I struggle to remember how it even went now! The fuzzy and Roxbury classics will live on in many happy memories.
Phonics at the Barras, 2003, you gave me a ticket I think you won off the radio. I don't remember much of the gig, but you made us wait outside for what felt like hours to meet them. Signed T-shirt you know I've only worn once since. The nostalgia now far outweighs the pissed-off'ness at the time.
The BBQs and parties in Loans over the years. Cheering on the 'Cheeks' after lots of wine when Greece met the Czech's in the Euro's. You being one of the few people to ever do my guitar justice, belting out Mister Brightside or one of many other favourites.
So many nights out, gigs and everything else in-between. But you playing Emma down the aisle then playing during our wedding ceremony, moments never to be forgotten, even though you did use a lot of beer tokens and the post-ceremony set never materialised! Of all the times I saw you perform, I never saw you bricking it like you did that day. That's how much it meant to you, and something I will always treasure. I love that photo of you up front, guitar in hand, rocking the kilt with that 'I've fucking got this' look on your face.
The nights out and adventures got less regular with age and increasing numbers of children, and your utter frustration at the 'I've got a kid's party' excuse, leading to the WhatsApp group being renamed 'Sorry I'm busy'. But we always managed something eventually, and you were always only a message away. I only discovered SMS was dead when you stopped replying because you only used WhatsApp now!
You loved to rip the piss out me and lead me astray. Neither of which were difficult, always in fun and love, and either deserved or welcome. As stubborn and single-minded as you could be, there was never a genuine falling out in those 20'odd years, despite how much I know I could frustrate you.
Your love for Movember was unparalleled, as much for what it meant to you, as the dodgy facial hair, and how well you wore it.
Can't forget you becoming an actor. Your first time on stage was awesome, we were so proud, despite travelling all the way to the south side and there being no bar or a pub anywhere nearby! Then at the Odeon, big-screen debut, you stole the show, best Estate Agent ever!
I never imagined listening to music to be so difficult, or to trigger so much emotion. It's the random songs that Spotify picks out, or something you played coming on the radio. The one that got me most, and seemed totally random at the time, was the Stereophonics 'Lying in the sun'. It reminded me of Butefest, you, Graeme and I, with your Mum and Bill, lying on the grass in the sun, beers in hand, not a care in the world. Simple times, love, friendship, and happiness. I love the photos from that day, though Graeme and I had to take turns taking them, pre-selfie mode I guess. You found me sleeping in the same spot later that day, it must have been good! Son of a preacher man, Laid, Hush and pretty much any Killers or Phonics bring back so many good memories of you performing for us. The hangover sessions are pretty much on repeat now! Music will never be quite the same again.
I'll never forget the last time I saw you. After failing to blag a lift from Paisley to Troon, you made it to the South Beach just in time for your beloved Wales kicking off against Argentina. I was in the function room setting up my 40th, you were in the bar getting increasingly angry at the match asking where the hell I was. I took 4 photos that night, 2 blurry ones of my cake, and 2 of you messing about with my balloons. Says it all really, that's how loved you are, and what it meant for you being there, even though you drank my gin when I fell asleep at the end of the night. And as you promised, I never saw you at breakfast the next morning.
The words and feelings that everyone has shared, have cemented this, and said so much more about how wonderful a person and friend you are.
The quote goes that to measure a man you count his friends, I've never known one with so many, and I'm proud to be one of them.
I hope Dave was waiting with a cheeky vimto, and you are reunited with the others I know you missed.
There's not a day I don't think of and miss you. Love you Jones!










Miss you pal, your friendly local giant xx





I love you brother and, much as it has led to many a sleepless night for myself, I hope it would have brought a smile to your face to know that I have been quite literally hearing you ‘singing to me in my sleep’ most nights since you left us. What I wouldn’t give to be, as was always the case, searching for that one more final final round with you again. You were a diamond and I hope you found the peace you felt you needed.





Over the 4+ years that Katie and I were in Scotland, there are very few nights I can recall where we were out with a group in Glasgow and Glyn wasn't there with us. We always felt so welcome with his group of friends, and every time we invited him out with ours, we could almost always count on him to be there. He was the kind of person that you could invite out with people he had never met before, but you knew that by the end of the night he'd have found something to talk about with everyone.
Some of my favourite memories of Glyn are from his visits to the US after we moved back to Philadelphia - the first being from our wedding in 2019, when he was the very last person left at our after party, and he walked 20 minutes with the two of us back to our hotel at 2am, helping us recall the events of the evening, before catching a taxi back to the hotel where he was staying. The second was in 2021 when we went to see the Eagles and Giants play in New York. While I was unhappy with the result of the game at the time, I'm very happy now that he got to see the Giants win that day!
Glyn was such a great friend to us. We feel so lucky to have had him in our lives.



I remember well a sleepover at Glyn’s where Jason was trying his best to tamper with Bill’s whisky collection - much to Glyn’s annoyance. Did Jason not annoy everyone though?
I remember meeting Glyn one day at Barassie train station as he was heading back to Glasgow to return Radiohead’s Kid A album - obvious not up to his expectations and to be fair I can see why!
And the talent shows at Marr College were also great with Glyn ‘Kelly’ Jones belting it out with that amazing voice.
❤️
Fay
Like so many others, it’s sharing music that I remember most fondly. There are not many people I would trust to DJ my life, but Glyn would one of them.
I’ll always try and get local ‘proper’ coffee, a large glass of red wine rather than a small, and only go to restaurants that allow dogs. colli chi my welsh comrade x





You were always my partner in crime at any family party always gettin into mischief!
As we got older that usually ended with me either putting you to bed or offering support as you threw up!
Always armed with a guitar, perched on a bar stool and keeping us all entertained.
'Just looking' by the Stereophonics will always remind me of you.
I will always miss you xx


One of my fondest memories is when you decided to get up and bust out some tunes at an all-Scotland work event. Fun times ensued...
Many chats, many bevs, much banter... Still feels like something is missing all this time later.
Miss you man...
S

As a team mate, I watched you invest your time and energy in projects that you really were passionate about - and that I saw really light you up.
You were such a pleasure to have as a colleague and friend. And you are sorely missed by many.
Gill x
However, something changed when the two of us were together that brought out peak cheekiness in one another which I will absolutely cherish.
I remember when we considered sharing a flat and I think you and I were the only ones who thought it’d be a good idea. Everyone we spoke to seemed to have the same fear of what our bachelor pad would’ve turned in to…I sometimes wished we’d done it just to prove them wrong / right (delete as appropriate).
We shared a strong love of Queen and the Freddie Mercury housewarming plate sits proud on my office Desk to this day.
I thought I’d add a photo which shows our cheekiness together outside the Schwank office block in Cologne where I tried to position you to make a rude word for cheap laughs.
Love and miss you man.
Ross xx


What a great guy who always looked out for other people and offered an open ear whenever someone wanted (or needed) to chat. This is the type of trait that will never be forgotten.
I look back fondly on our time working together, especially on the Behavioural Science presentations we did at KPMG and how supportive he was in my vision for running them.
He was also such a great laugh and his musical background very interesting to learn about.
Rest in peace Glyn - you were great in so many ways xx
This is a weird concept, not only for the fact that I can't believe you're no longer with us, but more because we shared a friendship mainly focused on sarcasm & winding eachother up, so being sentimental seems strange!
I'll always remember the nights drinking in your old flat, sitting listening to vinyls, and getting you to play some of your songs, especially after a few Tequilas! Chatting absolute garbage, as always, into the early hours. They were the best.
When you came out to Australia! Being pure tourists and visiting the highest post box in Oz and having that incredible dinner at Rice Paper Scissors (which to this day I still recommend to anyone in Melbourne!)
But I must admit, a core memory I never let you forget was seeing you cry over the rugby... and mucking up the national anthem(!!)
Will always think of you, and raise a glass, when Scotland and Wales go head to head (and more importantly when Scotland win!).
Rest easy Jonesy - El Soz x
I also remember for Uncle Ric’s 50th Glyn had his guitar and I managed to talk him into singing Oasis, She’s Electric with me. At the time I didn’t realise that he didn’t like Oasis and how nice it was of him to sing the song. I’m sure he’d be glad to know that I do love Stereophonics now at least, however Oasis is still my favourite.
Glyn always made me laugh and I loved meeting up with him during my week in the summer holidays with Aunty Cath and Uncle Bill every year. I’ve learnt so much about Glyn from everyone’s tributes and it’s great to see how many people love and care about him.
I miss you and you will never be forgotten ❤️



You have been a stable in my life for what feels like forever...we first met at 18 when Craig introduced me to his friend and bandmate and then I became a full blown Fuzzy logic groupie! You always loved to protest about how much you hated accountants but it turns out you just couldn't get enough of us!!
It was funny how it all turned out after knowing you for so many years through Craig to then our little group forming! We had some WILD night outs (that cannot be talked about in such a forum!) but also some really nice friend dates (when usually we were too hungover to do anything else but eat and lounge!)
I missed you when I moved to Australia but one of my favorite memories of our friendship was when you came to visit Craig in Melbourne and I flew in for the weekend. It was valentines day weekend randomly and we had the best 'mate date' going to moonlight cinema with our picnic! The next day we went to the zoo like big kids and just had the best time! It was so so nice to spend that time with you! You teased me by saying that you had fallen in love with Australia and you were going to get a transfer over! I would have loved to have had you closer (although I failed to convince you Sydney was better than Melbourne!)
I wish you were still here...I wish (even though you were not a kids fan!) that you could have met my little man and I could send you all the videos of him loving playing the guitar to make you feel like a proud uncle! I hope you have reunited with Mark and taken my Tom under your wing too (don't lead him astray the 2 of you!!) Please look after each other wherever you are.
I miss you friend and always will xxx








My earliest memory with you is coming to visit and making you watch The Muppets Christmas Carol over and over again. We did this even if it was July but you were always more than happy to oblige as at least you got some peace from me.
At 14 I went to see your band Fuzzy Logic in the World Battle of the Bands Final at the London Astoria. I was so excited to see you and bring my friends to show them that my cuz was a Rockstar! You being the coolest person meant that any album recommendations were taken extremely seriously and immediately added to the collection.
I loved our impromptu acoustic sessions in the Crags Bar, singing to the locals. Mainly consisting of every song from the Stereophonics 'Word Gets Around' album. Let's face it, they had no choice but to listen to what we wanted to sing.
Our late night discussions in the conservatory after a family party were a favourite of mine. Making toast, drinking rum, singing to the best tunes and putting the world to rights until 4am or at least until Grannymum said it was time for bed because she was still up keeping an eye on us!
In 2014 you became Ava's Godfather, promising to be there for her despite being unsure of anything with the word God in it. However the title of 'The Godfather' certainly sweetened the deal. You always sent her the most "wonderful" musical toys. You claimed that they were important for her development but really it was just to annoy the hell out of me and you knew you could get away with it. I still haven't forgiven you for the keyboard with the microphone which resulted in Ava's endless renditions of 'Let it go'. You really enjoyed the many videos I sent you of my ongoing torture.
I miss you cuz and I miss hearing you call me that. I think of you every day, something you would probably tell me off for but you're going to have to let this one slide. The world feels a little less bright without you in it.
"May angels lead you in"
Rach xxx







Cath and Bill did an amazing job of nurturing this little boy and allowed him to grow into the amazing man he was. Hoping you are resting in peace Glyn x
I'm sad that I didn't see more of Glyn in recent years as our lives took us in different directions, although we remained in touch. In tribute to one of our last conversations, I shall uphold the rebellion with ferocious use of Oxford commas.
One of the best was the wedding and the Roxbury CD playing in the middle of Cyprus with greek dancers joining the celebrations and taking over 'Splash'. Swinging our pants at the Dj is probably one of our favorite wedding photos lol
He will be hugely missed and the only consolation for us is the amount of time we all shared. The memories that are some of the most important events in our life, we shared with Bones.

The songs we liked were:
Sweet Caroline,dancing queen,I was made for for loving you and Billie jean
I loved all the musical toys they were even better because they annoyed my mum


The bravest and most caring soul in our team. You remain an inspiration to not stand for any injustice, regardless of the situation.
Thank you for everything mate!
Omer
So much time spent enjoying music, bars and sports together. Going to my first NFL game in London full hospitality but falling asleep before the 4th quarter.
Wings. So many wings.
Thanks for all the advice the chats and tweets. You always made me laugh.
I will miss your sense of humour, your amazing love of music, your opinions on rugby, Scotrail and us not going to see Nickelback!! (or paying to sit at a gig)
You were an incredible friend, a talented and gifted musician, a brilliant drinking buddy and the glue that kept us all together.
Ill miss you and I'll think about you always.
I have so many memories from the first time I changed your nappy, sword fighting in the caravan and numerous others, however your relationship with music stands out from them all.
You are my musical inspiration; I’m sure you are many people’s.
If you want new bands or tunes to listen to - ask Glyn
If you want new tunes to learn to play - ask Glyn
Which guitar to buy - ask Glyn
This is only a tiny fraction of your legacy. Glyn, nephew, friend, musician, your words, your music, your good deeds will live on in our hearts, minds and from our loud speakers forever. Keep playing dude 🍻
Me you and Chelsea ended up in noodle bar
I ordered my usual - char sui pork with hot and sour sauce with either rice or noodles and prawn crackers.
To say I had drank too much was an understatement
While we chatted and laughed and ate....I dropped most of my food down me.
We all went home and when I got ready for bed I messaged you and Chelsea to tell you that while getting undressed, half of my food fell on the floor from inside my clothes
You messaged me back to tell me it was my punishment because
Jews shouldn't eat pork
You were always there for a joke and a slagging
I remember putting this song on and you asked me why I specifically played THAT SONG. I told you it was my 18th birthday song and brought back great memories.
You told me this was one of the songs that made you want to be a musician. We danced around like idiots and laughed at how ridiculous we looked but didn't care.
Through any insecurities we had, we could always be ourselves. No matter how stupid it was.
I miss that xxx
Your unending patience with your three cousins whenever you came to stay with us or vice versa
But most of all your late night session with the family. Playing the acoustic guitar and us making endless requests for songs .whilst we all “joined” I say joined cause really only you and Rach were the decent voices and we would often sit back and let you two duet
Oh how a long to be able to do that again 🥲z We as a family, like Malik said will always pull up a chair for you in the hope that one day you will join us xxx
I can remember when you were 2 years old I taught you to ask Why and then proceeded to get in trouble with the family after you spent the whole day asking Why to everything! I don't think you ever gave that up.
We were both huge fans of WWF and especially Bret "Hit Man" Hart, but I think for different reasons.
Oh and thank you for getting me Tigger's autograph from Disney World!
I loved you coming to visit me in your teens with your guitar, listening to you play and hearing you sing. He was so talented and was my superstar.
In more recent years you enjoyed playing pranks with your cousins on me in the early hours of the morning, whilst I was sleeping. There are pictures to prove this!!
You will always be in my heart and I will miss you.
I will remember you and love you forever..




Memories of many games of Monopoly in Barassie, which Glyn ALWAYS won.
Glyn liked to shame him mum and I for drinking too much wine. Often 🤣.
Memories of Glyn in deep conversation about Queen with my mum when she babysat (while his mum and I drank more wine)! A shared love of bad jokes.
So many memories of that happy, funny, intense, clever little boy.
Glyn never changed, judging by all the comments from his friends.
Will always miss that wee boy - "I'm Glyn Richard Wasley Jones, aged 3 and 3 quarters"❤️xx
We don’t have to be scared of the dark,
In fact it’s afraid of us now,
Because you left behind such a light,
I don’t think it’ll ever go out.



Good decision as we managed to showcase our finest dance moves for the entire evening, ending up with two sweat stained kilts and great memories.
Some people argue that platonic friendships between men and women can't exist ... You can point them right here.
From the jump, you made every effort to be my friend as much as Fraser's. The three of us were a weird little family. The pair of you - polar opposites at times and frighteningly similar at other times. Me in the middle, encouraging you both to play nice and looking on in adoration when you worked together on anything.
You and I shared passions for music, food, football (even if you made fun of my team 'sparklepants') and equality. We rolled our eyes in sync when we saw certain politicians babbling on TV.
We cooked together, sampling the wine as we scream sang our way through Thanksgiving prep, or delivering large scale ButeFest breakfasts!
We double dated, or we were just us three, it didn't matter. We were family.
You absolutely blew our minds with our honeymoon gift, which was an experience that will stay with me forever.
One time, we stayed in Sandra's hottub until 6am. I have no idea what we chatted about, but it must've been good.
When we let you down by procreating, I strived to prove you wrong ... I kept coming out to gigs ... We kept communicating and if truth be told, you bloody loved my crotch goblins. You were at Mylo's first festival, first Superbowl, first NFL games, first Scotland game, first holiday. He was your Professor Babyman. He adores you and always will. It makes me sad that you only met Theo once, but we'll tell him all about you. I'll treasure the memory of his first ever gig, in the pram - 3 weeks old, listening to Uncle Glyn, Uncle Ryan and Daddy rocking out.
I miss you every day.
I can't listen to music the same way.
I can't message other people about Christmas the way we used to.
I don't know who to text about stuff that upsets me in the news.
I'm still not sure how to BE without you ... so I'm choosing not to be without you. I'll keep you with me always.
Love you forever, Jones!






You were a great friend, a great musician, a great drinker and a great debater! I hope you knew that.
My first memory of Glyn was being on opposing dorms at BB junior section camp (pre religion “discussions”) where he was the enemy at midnight water balloon battles 😂 so fair to say we didn’t hit it off straight away!
My next memory of Glyn was watching a Marr college talent show and this guy from the year below me owning the stage singing Traffic by Stereophonics - my favourite song by my favourite band and I had to tell him how good he was.
Not long after Glyn Craig and Ben started Fuzzylogic and we followed you guys to Macsorleys, Fury’s, King Tuts and ultimately to the Astoria in London via the mega bus from Glasgow!! So Many amazing nights
We had great nights together at gigs and at a fair few T in the park trips.
Away from music we had great nights at the Ardneil Quiz nights, eating transforma-snacks and playing pool (maybe not so great the night someone had an accident and wrote off your new car! Enter “red Glyn!”)
Holiday to Kavos was a definite highlight although I still think you were on your tip toes when deciding that as I was the smallest I was on the camp bed in the middle of the room! THE REST OF THESE MEMORIES HAVE BEEN REDACTED 😂
Then there are the memories of the small moments where your character shown through- like talking me through guitar picking for Holly to get her first guitar for Christmas, or when after I had one too many beverages trying to keep up with you all, you came and found me and made sure I made it back to the accommodation ok.
Many many memories mate and they all make me smile.

I only got to know Glyn properly for the last 9 months or so, but we hit it off quickly. I like to think I am a good judge of character and I liked Glyn immediately. He was industrious with his work and fiercely loyal. I loved the fact he was brave and willing to speak truth to power. You knew where you stood with Glyn and I feel fortunate to have stood beside him.
I’ll miss our meandering teams calls, discussing generally anything but work (!) normally we’d cover the latest records you’d bought, or a new piece of furniture you’d found on Pinterest and generally just you boasting about seeing dolphins from your living room window, along with the many other perks of living in Scotland!
Thanks for always looking out for me and providing such sound advise. You were one of the only people who ever walked the walk and held others to account.
You inspired us all and live on in our thoughts.
Urs xxx
My memories of Glyn are tied up in music. Of course, watching him as the ultimate front man in Fuzzylogic and Roxbury. Big moments at the likes of King Tuts. But smaller moments too, with just as much impact and fondness. Dancing like demons to Somebody Told Me in my first banger car. An impromptu singalong at a house party. Standing shoulder to shoulder at gigs. Late night debates over boy bands. An acoustic set to bring in the bells. Dance floor inhibition at a good pal’s wedding. He leaves all that music behind for us to remember him by. What a gift that is, and what a gift he was. Lots of love to all who miss him. xx

Knowing Glynn inspired me in so many ways. He gave me confidence in myself and was a role model that I will always take forward standing up for myself and others.
I feel incredibly lucky to have known him.
So many things remind me of Glyn, we had loads of excellent nights out, hung out a lot over the years, and really enjoyed having a laugh and joke.
We shared a common love for music, we went to countless gigs together (sometimes drinking beer through a straw) and were always sharing new bands and songs to check out. When I joined Roxbury to play bass it was amazing, I got to learn how to play in a band and spend loads of time with my friends in the process. I was always pretty nervous playing gigs but it seemed such a natural thing for Glyn, he really helped me put the nerves to the back of my mind and enjoy each gig. My favourite gig that we played was the first time at King Tuts, we had been to watch lots of bands there and to stand on that same stage with Glyn and Craig, surrounded by friends and family, is something I will always remember.
I have never played a gig before without Glyn, the Decade of 30ths gig will be the first time, I’ll miss him being on stage but he will be in my thoughts to help me through as he always did.
xx

Glyn was just such a warm, welcoming person. Incredibly easy to chat to and found a common ground with nearly everybody he seemed to be introduced to. I heard Glyn’s friend Alan once call him a “black belt at turning a casual acquaintance into a best pal” and I don’t think anything could better describe Glyn Jones!
We shared great laughs, deep chats, countless gigs, trips to Germany, pub visits for the rugby and many nights out.
I have loads of awesome memories of Glyn and I feel so lucky to have known him!
Miss you terribly, brother! Xx

I'll always have fond memories of our interactions. An honesty and openness that is often so rare in the work environment - especially after such a short time. We could chat for ages, and often did. A great laugh and an excellent sounding board. Would never shy away from giving a view or helping out.
Of all his amazing qualities, the stand out one for me though was that he would never stand for injustice. He'd speak out and go toe to toe with anyone regardless how senior. He'd never quietly let something slide - he'd call a spade a spade and force accountability. As a colleague said "he was a hero and deserved a cape". I agree completely. If everyone had Glynn's bravery, the world would be a better place.
Rest in peace - you will forever be greatly missed
Though we argued over which of us was the grumpiest, he dubbed me Grumpy Cat and delighted in sending me grumpy cat memes. He indulged me in going to see midnight showings of Gremlins + Silence of the Lambs, and one of my fondest memories was watching a making-of documentary for an Ok Go music video for nearly 3 hours while I kind of helped him pack.
When I moved back to the US, I was feeling restless and told him that I wished I could go on a trip somewhere. He said let’s go. Budapest was one of the most beautiful cities I’ve been to, and Glyn is inextricably linked to that memory. I remember ducking into a pinball museum and playing for hours while it poured outside; finding the coolest little bars around the city; and Glyn only half-begrudgingly doing things that I’m sure he found incredibly cheesy.
I’ll forever miss getting a “happy birthday grumpy” message from you. You’ll be in my heart always.


Some favourites are visiting Glyn and Cath, and Glyn forgetting his disinterest in “having kids and all that” to hold Sam, comfortably for a good while.
His immediate acceptance of Rachel on meeting her, and the friendship the two developed. Quite often I could be present during their conversations and not have a clue what was going on, other than the fact I was getting a right good bit of abuse from them both.
I remember fondly the time I had just finished a late shift and was having a social media scroll, and noticing Glyn had posted on Facebook in middle of Prestwick, while living in his Glasgow flat, well past the last train leaving. I messaged asking if he was staying at Cath’s, and he typically said no I’ll just walk home. An argument via text ensued, with me telling him he wasn’t walking home and Glyn nonchalantly saying he would be fine, and on this rarest of occasions, I won the argument, driving to collect him and giving him a sleeping bag on the sofa for the night. The best best bit of this was waking into our living room in the morning, and finding my 2 cats cuddling in all cosy with him on the sofa.
I recall Glyn putting aside his distaste at me becoming a “dirty polis”, and telling me he was proud of me when I joined and knew I would be “one of the few good ones”.
And lastly being given the affectionate title of “Grandpa” from my early to mid 20’s, with his little mischievous smirk whenever he said it, banter initially progressing to a real term of endearment.
There was often debates, discussions, and disagreements; but these were completely engulfed within the love, respect, and fierce loyalty held for each other within the friendship. Never a grudge held, or unkind word said when opinions did not align.
Many people can go their whole life never meeting their favourite musical acts, I was lucky enough to be able to call one of mine a true friend. And one I will sadly and deeply miss.

My desperation to glue myself to the coolest person around in my youth, not that, that feeling ever changed.
You were always so tall to me, so big, because you personality shined through. But in reality I'd been taller than you for years now!
Nights spent around small tables with cards, drinks and music. I wouldn't trade them for the world. The smile you left me with, I'll never forget.
So, I'll always pull up a seat for you, in the hope that you sit down with us again.

His values drove him into difficulties
That is how I will honour his memory, up front, out front, exposed and excited. Worth knowing and always worth remembering

We had some epic games of cards that seemed to go all night, I don't think we ever finished one round of Chase the Jake.
Glyn knew how to party as well as anyone, I remember some great nights out in Glasgow!
I have to admit that he did a (slightly) better Blue Steel than me as well.
There was also a time at our leaving party when we were heading back to the UK, we were having a great night, then Nickelback came on the playlist.... I still remember the look of shock and betrayal on his face that we let that get on there! Then I think he walked out for a while after that.
I'll miss his sense of humour, his amazing talent, his opinion, discussing rugby from the other side of the world...rest easy brother.
Smiling and Laughing all through the day, enjoying the fun and excitement it offered as we helped each other avoid the "unavoidable" soaking..... but as the story goes, the boat did overturn and we did end up looking like the proverbial "drowned rats", but it was worth it..... What a day Glyn X
For my 70th birthday Glyn, who'd be about 23, invited me to a Rangers Game where I was privileged to sit in his debenture seat, duly named Glyn Richard Wasley Jones. Needless to say, we imbibed in a few beers before and after the match. Happy days.
xxx
Then always mini sausage rolls and homemade melba toast and pate. Followed later in the evening with a full traditional Christmas Dinner and good wine.
I had always made the pate, with both Bill and Glyn tasting - more black pepper or more brandy!
Then one year he asked for my recipe to make for his friends at Thanksgiving and so the argument started - 'pupil turned master' he said!
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