Nine years ago today Kirsty MacColl went scuba-diving with her sons off the coast of the island of Cozumel in Mexico only to be killed by a speeding motorboat which was breaking the law by being in an area reserved for divers.

In a few seconds one of the most original voices in music was silenced and that is a silence that has resounded through British music ever since.

Tomorrow I am seeing Ray Davies who of course wrote DAYS, one of Kirsty's best-loved recordings. When he sings it tomorrow my mind will be on Kirsty and our visit to Cozumel in 2006 to pay my own tribute to her by scattering petals in the clear, blue sea.
The sadness is mitigated by the thought of the new friends made through the past nine years by the coming together of Kirsty's fans - the most obvious result is the bench dedicated to Kirsty's memory in Soho Square.

There was... there is... no one like her.