Please forgive this late addition to this page, but I worked with Andy at the Stock Exchange in the late 80s and over the weekend I found a cap he gave me and which I got him to sign - 'Andy Elliott World Champion F3 1989'. Over the years I have often thought of him and given a quick Google to find out how he's doing and so, having looked again this weekend, I was dreadfully upset to read of his passing.

We worked in a large open plan office and Monday mornings we would all sit there discussing what we did over the weekend. Andy would listen to everyone but wouldn't join in until eventually someone would say "Did you do anything over the weekend, Andy" He would quietly reply that he had won another race but would never expand. If any of us had been in his position, we would have been full of it as soon as we got in and not stopped talking about it all week. My favourite quote when asked what he did over the weekend was "Oh, I drove my boat to Yugoslavia and won the World Championship" He didn't even say again much less for the fifth time or how ever many it was by then. Another time a chap came in extremely excited because he had stood behind Peter Alliss in WH Smith at Waterloo station. We all (except Andy) joined in with very brief and tenuous encounters we had had with famous people. After about 20 minutes, when we had run out of tales Andy gently said "When I was little, my Dad sold one of our horses to Rod Stewart" After the thud of a dozen or so jaws hitting the floor, we really had to prize out of him some more information about this incident. He was just the most modest, unassuming man I have ever met.

I happened to mention at work that my Mum wanted to visit Nottingham and Andy told me he was racing there and, if we had time, perhaps we could see him race. I booked tickets and he told me he would look out for us. Having arrived, we walked down to the edge of the lake to get a view of the pits and managed to catch his eye and give him a wave. He ran over to us, politely introduced himself to my Mum and insisted that, much to Mum's embarrassment, he show us around the pits. It wasn't that long before the actual race started and he must have had so much to do but he went out of his way to give us the VIP treatment. At the end of the race, which he won, as we stood by the waters edge cheering him on his lap of honour, he headed straight towards us and threw me the cap I mentioned above.

It's been thirty years since I last saw Andy but I will never forget his kindness that day. In all those years, I have never met a nicer, more genuine more thoroughly decent chap. It was a privilege and an honour to have known him.

Rest in Peace Andy.