I have fond memories of Joe’s regression sessions at our house in Hoylake in the mid 1970s. At the time I was something of an ambivalent teenager mostly wrapped up in my own world, but I was often roped in as the tea runner, providing hot drinks and biscuits for anything up to 20 people at a time, wandering in and out of sessions the like of which I’ve never seen before or since. It all seemed pretty ordinary back then, just Joe doing his thing, perhaps it’s only in hindsight that we’ve all come to realise how just special it really was.