Steve was one of the lads up here in Blackpool all those days ago. Could write a book on the antics we used to get up to at his home at Carlton by the train lines, or even his Honda bike swanning around by the sixth form centre roadway, or the shooting when he used to shoot at the range at the school or the national swimming he did all over the country for the sea cadets. He was well known all over in the corps ( and against the other Corps).  
Steve got into many a problem, and tricks of the day. Weather here or away in some cadet life. I remember leaving his house with a gang of six of us and off to the sandhills near St. Annes, in his car. A spitfire, yes, six of us (three girls, three boys) in it all the way through Blackpool. (me in the boot), and I am sure he will be up for a court martial when he sees the rest of his piers up there in the land of cadets and SCC staff running the sea cadets above. 
It was a pressure to of known him. God bless and you never know, may see him again. Till then we will keep the pictures and memories to ourselves. 
RIP Steve, CAT, Pratt, or even, Loxley.