The sad news this month is that BSH’s founder, Steven ‘Steve’ Myatt, has passed away. He’d been ill with a heart complaint for quite a long while, and the tall, very skinny bloke with the black robe n’ the scythe finally led him across the black sands in March this year.
I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to say that he changed the life of everyone who reads this magazine, and for the better, too. He certainly did for mine; without him giving me the opportunity to come and work for BSH, actually work, rather than just send in the odd article or two, my life would, I’m guessing, have been very, very different – nowhere near as much fun, nowhere near as exciting, nowhere near as fulfilling and, yes,…
