"He wouldn’t let you in. I felt he was really terrified of the human race. Everything was a nightmare. But he wasn’t nasty, not at all. He’d just go and sit in the corner. He wouldn’t throw paddies and jump up and down. He’d just say: ‘I’m going’, and then you’d have to persuade him to come back. He really was frightened. It was difficult, because it’s so hard to deal with people like that, because you can’t talk to them. Because they won’t talk. I don’t remember any ordinary conversations with Nick. Never, not one. That’s what was so weird, because mostly with almost anybody that you see on a weekly basis, some sort of conversation developed, even if it’s only ‘Where’s my beer?’ ‘Can’t I have some more money?’. Never even that. He’d just come in, and BE there, but wouldn’t talk."