I was between digs. In a few weeks I would have "proper" accommodation but right now I had nothing. A pal suggested I should house-sit. I said I didn't know anyone with a house that needed sitting and my pal said "Look in the paper". The very next day there was an ad for a house in Karen - one of the most exclusive suburbs of Nairobi - named after Karen Blixen. Since I had just been working as an extra on the movie "Out of Africa" I took this to be a sign and called the number. 2262 - although it is over 30 years ago I remember the number as 22-seex-2. A gentleman with a lovely precise accent invited me over for an interview. The house sat on 20 acres - I later discovered that Eric was the second buyer to purchase a 20 acre plot from the Blixen estate and, when I arrived 40 years after he bought it, it was one of very few that still had the same acreage! When I drove down the long, winding drive to the house and parked near the back door a sprightly, elderly guy popped out (looking quite like David Niven) and, without any request to see my references, launched into a set of staccato instructions. "Just over here is the water tap. The water is pumped up from the river but if you need to isolate the supply you must use this tap. Here is the door between the house and the kitchen and servants' quarters. There is one key (more of this later) and you must look after it at all times. I planted this tree (he paused and pointed up at a 100ft fig tree behind me) and two others as we were building the house 40 years ago."
So began my relationship with Eric Seex. I had never met anyone who had planted a tree that had grown so high and I was captivated. He was an accountant and had come to Kenya in the 30's and set up his own practice. He was so good that he was seduced by Cooper, Lybrand to go onboard with them to form Cooper, Lybrand & Seex. He bought the plot and built a lovely stone mansion with verandas, a gallery and a huge fireplace.
This isn't Eric's house but has the same style
Having lived through the Mau Mau, he still had a big issue about security and insisted that the servants were locked out into their own quarters after dark. In the morning they would enter the kitchen and make a cup of tea. Then the houseboy would go around and knock on the front door. I was instructed to open the master bedroom window and throw out the key. The houseboy would take the key and go around the house and unlock the door between the servants quarters, the kitchen and the main house and bring me a cup of tea - and the key!! At which point I would declare what I would like for breakfast.
When I say 'houseboy' I am using the traditional, local term. Kariuki was at least 75 and, although he was very sprightly, it made me feel very wrong to see him scrabbling on the ground for the key. But I dared not break Eric's rules so I made a parachute. I will never forget Kariuki's face when I threw it out and he was able to wait and take it out of the air!
Every few days I would ask for a boiled egg and the first time I did this Kariuki's face lit up again and, when I went to the dining room, I discovered a beautiful, Victorian, silver contraption like a big Easter egg on legs with a little burner underneath. My egg was inside and Kariuki showed me how to fill the little burner which had exactly the right amount of fuel to heat the water and cook the egg to perfection.
He would then take my order for my evening meal and tell me how much to give him for the ingredients. The cost averaged about £1 for a wonderful meal. One morning I ran out of ideas and said "What do you like to cook?". His face lit up! (I have said this many times and it is very hard to describe how wonderful it was to see this man's face light up!)
"Oxtail". I said "How much?" and he said "20p". That night I ate the most wonderful feast! I had always liked oxtail soup but had never had the real thing before!
One of the other fig trees was next to the main veranda and stood over a big stone bird table which was stocked with water and seed every day. One day after school I was sitting outside having a cup of tea. There were some nondescript little birds enjoying the bird table when suddenly a pin-tailed whydah launched himself from a branch about 30 ft above. He came screaming down like a Stukkah fighter-bomber and at the very last minute flared out over the table with his wings fully extended and his foot-long tail feathers flashing behind him. The little birds hunched up looking worried but, when he landed on the lawn, they went back to work on the seeds.
He shook his feathers, preened himself and flew up to a branch 60 ft above the table, took off and repeated the performance with even more gusto - with the same result.
He adjusted his feathers and went right up to the top of the tree. Took off, screamed down even faster and pulled off a stall right over the table which sent some of the seeds flying. The little birds hunched up, waited and then went back to feeding.
The whydah bird flew across to the verandah, perched on a branch about 6 ft from me and for five minutes gave me an account of his efforts (which I will never forget - and will whistle to you tomorrow if you ask me) to protect my bird table which finished with what sounded like "So I have done my best and now it is up to you!" And flew off.
I later discovered the dowdy little birds were actually female whydahs!
Eric's son Chris owned and ran the best restaurants (at the time - now I would vote for Seven) in Nairobi and Mombasa - the Tamarinds - and branched out with the hugely successful Carnivore based on a Brazilian barbecue. We became very good friends and he would roar up the drive in Karen and shout "Lunch?" I would scramble out, jump into his Mercedes and cling on for dear life as we shot off. Most times it was to the Nairobi Tamarind or Carnivore but once or twice we actually went to Mombasa - normally a 3 or 4 hour drive which he would do in 2!
He told me a story about a time when he was establishing the Mombasa Tamarind and was living in a very luxurious bungalow that he had built next to it. He had a pet python, about 6 ft long. It loved to coil around the cool, green, toilet pedestal and he would often (I suspect deliberately) fail to warn guests. He said the appearance of the head slowly rising next to the guest on the 'throne' had mixed results - visitors with "loose stools" would find themselves bound and those who felt constipated would . . . . .
One day, after the lunch service was over, he decided to play a trick on a new barman who he thought was a bit cocky. Wearing just a pair of shorts he fetched the snake from the toilet and wrapped it around his waist with the top half of its body up in the air above his head, supported by his right arm. He strolled into the bar convinced that the barman would be terrified. As the door closed behind him he saw the reflected sunlight sweep across the bar - and glint off the bottles behind the barman. The snake freaked out and swung its head up and down across the front of his body, lightning fast, three times. Chris felt the impacts but no real pain; however when he looked down there were six little holes across his chest just starting to bleed where the (luckily non-toxic) fangs had hit. He looked across to the bar to see the barman doubled up laughing!
Chris was a consummate host and would stay up into the wee small hours entertaining (well-paying) groups of businessmen in the restaurant. His lovely wife, Jane, would stay up too but, when they finally hit the sack, she would go out like a light while he was still wired! His solution was to install a state-of-the-art stereo system in the headboard above their bed and when Jane went to sleep he would put on a huge pair of headphones - and light up a joint! His taste in music was truly eclectic and went from Led Zep to Bach. One night he hit on the 1812 Overture and as it went "Dah dah dah dah - BOOM. Dah dah dah dah - BOOM" the breeze-blocks from the wall above his head flew across the room with clouds of dust. He told me that he took the joint out of his mouth, looked at it and thought - "That is some serious sh*t" Then Jane took the headphones off and pointed out to him that they now had a new view through what used to be the wall behind the bed to what used to be the restaurant office. It turned out that their accountant had been syphoning off funds from the office for four years. He had kept a meticulous record, with dates, up to his target amount. At which point he bought a couple of sticks of dynamite, from his cousin who worked in a quarry, so he could destroy the evidence. Hence the Big Bang! Now it turns out that although dynamite is very good at blowing out walls it kind of ignores paperwork. The fire brigade almost did that but when all the smoke had gone the diary was still intact. The accountant went to jail and as soon as he got out he applied for a new job and quoted Chris as a reference. Chris called him. "Are you sure you want me as a referee?" "Yes sir - I have done my time so now the books are square!"
The Carnivore was centred around a charcoal pit where racks held metal swords with hunks of various meats roasting.
You 'buy' an empty (very hot) metal plate on a wooden platter and take your drinks to your table where dishes of vegetables will appear. Then the first waiter arrives, holding the handle of a sword with a chunk of meat impaled on it in his left hand while his right hand holds a carving knife that supports the other end of the sword. He plonks the tip of the sword in the middle of your plate and upends the sword above it. He then declares what he has brought - "Impala!" - and you say "Yes please" or "No thank-you". If you say "Yes" he carves a couple of slices onto your plate and then sets off to the next customer. If you say "No" he looks slightly offended before he sets off!
Just to be clear, the range of offerings could include "Zebra", "Ostrich" and "Crocodile" among others and the waiters would keep bringing new offerings until you gave up and could take no more! And I was offered a job on the game ranch where this food comes from - but that's another story!
Chris was always innovating. His menus were masterpieces because each dish had a small paragraph to whet your appetite. He also invented his own snacks which were free to eat as you sat at the bar and read the menu. (He did confide in me once that they were all massively salty and he made more profit from the drinks than the food)! He bought a dhow and converted it into a hugely successful floating restaurant. He planned to commission a brand new dhow which would have huge refrigerated holds and would go up and down the coast north and south of Mombasa buying fish from local fishermen. He offered me the job of being his agent on the dhow - but I chickened out! Sadly he had 2 strokes and died in 1999 aged under 50. A great loss to the world.
Many years ago we were visiting Barna and just before the Sunday lunch I found I was superfluous to the needs of the house and took it upon myself to walk down to the shore. I walked along to the harbour -
Barna Harbour
where I saw a guy (of a similar age to myself) in oilskins attempting to get his hooker out of the harbour. Unusually, the wind was from the East and, although he had no sails up, the boat was big enough - 20 to 30 ft - that the wind could still defeat his efforts with the pole!
I trotted along the inside of the harbour wall and said "Throw me a line!" - which he immediately did and I hauled the boat very easily to the end of the harbour wall while he fended off. Just before I threw the line back he said "Come with me!"
I said (I was dressed in very light summer clothes)
"Have you got any spare oilskins?"
He said he hadn't and thoughts of the imminent Sunday lunch overtook any adventurous spirit in me so I said "May Your God Go With You!" and threw him the line.
I later discovered that he owns most of Galway!! (Sigh!)
Galway Bay Hooker
During my first two years of teaching in Nairobi I spent as much time as I could "in the bush" - because that was why I had come to Kenya. During my second year I was co-opted on to the committee of The President's Award Scheme (Kenyan version of Duke of Edinburgh's) with responsibility for expeditions. The scheme had been given two Series IIa, LWB Landrovers with full canvas tilts. (I have no idea why a canvas cover is called a tilt!) When they decided to auction one I managed to buy it and set about making it into my dream machine! The British Army were already fitting weld-mesh cages under their canvas covers to prevent robbers with sharp knives or machetes gaining entry but I decided to go further.
I was much stronger then
In this picture the metal frame is in place and waiting for side panels.
I had a frame made from hollow-square and got a rail welded around the roof on short, hollow-square pillars so that the roof could act as a roof-rack. I planned to have three square plywood panels on each side with perspex windows. Each panel was secured with two coachbolts (domed on the outside for security) fastened on with butterfly nuts so they could be removed to allow airflow in hot places - we had no air-conditioning! When they were off, the weldmesh would still keep the contents safe. On my first trip we discovered that simply removing the first panel on each side (and the cab roof) made it very comfortable so the second and third panels were replaced with sheet metal welded in for extra strength.
Side panels in place
Roofrack extended to front bullbars to carry a microlight
The roof over the cab was held in place by four locator pins and two more bolts with wingnuts. It also had drop-down legs so it could be used as a table. I got the chassis extended at the front so I could follow the common practice of placing two fuel cans inside the wings - but now they were inside the bullbars. I got an old ammunition chest welded in the space between them, below the radiator, so I could carry tools and access them without having to empty the back. It already had long-range fuel tanks under the front seats but I added another rack on the roof which could carry seven more five-gallon containers.
When I finished teaching I was immediately offered a six week safari - to take Paul Newman's script-writer on a hunt for locations for a new movie. The brief was - "No tourist areas". I couldn't have been happier. After travelling into more and more remote areas, we ended up near the Ugandan border. We found a very impressive little bush hospital run by a formidable Irish nun called Sister Bernadette. She insisted we should stay the night and when we saw the lovely guest cottages we instantly agreed. We spent the afternoon on the verandah talking about her work (she was well over 70) and a young African boy slid along the decking and ended up next to me. Sister Bernadette explained he was from Uganda and had been shot through both knees because he refused to join the child army - the notorious LRA. He was only 10.
Watoto
We had a lovely supper on the veranda and as we finished Sister Bernadette leaned over, produced a huge bottle of Whisky and asked if we would join her in a glass. We did. Then she produced a box of cigars and soon we were all (including her) puffing away contentedly. I made a comment along the lines that she was not your average nun. She laughed and said she was very lucky because she was doing exactly what she had always wanted to do. She had been born into a large Irish family and what money there was for schooling had gone to her brothers - as was the way at that time. Her only way to get more than a basic education was to be a nurse or a nun. Since (like me) she had always wanted to see Africa, she chose the second path and joined a convent which sent missions to Africa. I proposed a toast to her and we all saluted a truly inspiring human being! I only wish I had had the means to play her this track - http://youtu.be/FE-BKrAAZGc
I had been working for three months on the Douglas-Hamilton farm at Naivasha when I was asked to play host to a party from a film company who were planning the epic "Sheena - Queen of the Jungle". While Iain and Oria lived in a modern house on the farm, I had been assigned to her father's house built in the late thirties on a size and scale that befitted an Italian Count (which he was). As well as black and white marble flooring, there was a spectacular upper 'deck' - a lovely thirty foot balcony with a thatched roof lined inside with polished wood fitted by a boat-builder. In the space between the wood and the thatch lived a couple of thousand bats. Every evening, just as dusk came down (always roughly 6pm, being nearly on the equator) they would almost silently launch out of the eaves, causing an amazing effect like an eclipse! The film crew were scouting for a location to be the king's house in the movie and they decided pretty much instantly that this was it! During lunch on the terrace (where the king is assassinated) the casting director asked me how much longer I planned to stay on the farm. I replied that I was ready to move on and asked him why he'd raised the issue. He asked if I had ever considered being a mercenary! I accepted his offer - but, having worked on 'Master of the Game' I knew how boring it could be as an extra and asked if I could bring my Landrover to the sets. The director was sitting next to us and he agreed. So I spent the next three months working with them. Although the other guys enjoyed air-conditioned coaches and planes to get the the locations I was massively happy to have my Landrover with me and often got extra jobs ferrying kit from the stores to the sets. I got friendly with the armourer and he was delighted to have someone to help who could strip and clean any of the guns used in the film.
The evil mercenaries - can you pick me out?
I already knew a few of these guys when we first met to get kitted out. We were in the mess tent and the assistant director came to tell us that the director himself (gasp!) would come and say a few words to us. He gave a little pep talk and then, as he was leaving, stopped next to me and said how much he had enjoyed the wine at lunch at 'my' house!
As you can see, we worked with lions. They were both tame and there was almost always one of them loose on the set. In the same way a domestic cat does, they liked to rub their cheeks against us and purr. If they came up behind you and started to rub, you almost always went over flat on your face because of the size and weight that had just been applied to you. I remember standing with a bunch of people watching a scene being set up and seeing someone down the line go over face-first. Without actually looking all the way round I caught the eye of the guy next to me. We both nodded at the same time and sighed, "pesky lion".
Lorenzo Ricciardi
This is Lorenzo dying. He has his fingers on the spear so that when the director says "Action" he will flick the spear so it will start vibrating. The camera starts on the Zambuli (actually Samburu) warrior -
Zambuli spear-thrower
who chucks the spear past Lorenzo's tree and the camera follows it and stops on the impaled mercenary. It works very well but the amazing thing we learned is that these guys can actually throw a spear so fast it makes a noise in the air!!
Lorenzo is Oria's brother-in-law. He married her lovely sister, Mirella, who was one of the photographers taking stills for publicity. Her work is stunning - if you want a bargain, click here! One of Lorenzo's party tricks was to wander around our tented camp after supper, stop outside an inhabited tent, put his head in a bucket and let out the most convincing lion-roar I had ever heard! This caused shrieks from the victims and howls of laughter from Lorenzo's followers. However, one night the was silence from inside the tent and then someone said "I say, did you hear a hyena?" I will never forget the look on Lorenzo's face.
On the topic of roaring lions, when we were in the Aberdares our camp was visited by local lions. These were bad lions who had attacked people and had been relocated to this fairly remote area. On the foothills of Mount Kenya it is often frosty at night and they grew huge manes! Our lions had an enclosure with an eight foot chainlink fence. Within this enclosure was the handler's tent and also two six by six by six foot cages for the lions to sleep in. Every night a couple of the local lions would leap effortlessly over the outer fence and sniff around the cages. Our lions would burrow under their straw until the handler emerged and threw a thunderflash into the air. At the exact moment that the local lions cleared the fence on the way out, our male lion would emerge from his straw and let out a mighty roar!!!
Tame African elephant
The cool dudes who supplied the non-human part of the cast were called 'Animal Actors of Hollywood'. The elephant was lovely and here I am hitching a ride back to the set. At huge expense they tranquilised the elephant and made a perfect replica of his head and front legs. This was mounted in front of a Landrover pickup and an operator in the back could move the head, trunk and legs with levers. This was all done for a very important shot where the elephant comes to break Sheena out of jail. He has to burst through an electrified barbed-wire fence. The fence was actually made out of solder so a small child could break it - but to give the illusion that it was electrified it was loaded with little firecrackers that exploded and sparked. No-one thought the elephant would do this more than once - hence the mock-up on the pickup! As it turned out the elephant didn't bat an eyelash and happily went through the routine several times. This left the film company with some costly, redundant kit . . . a bit of a white elephant! I worked on for a couple of weeks longer than the other guys, ferrying kit back to Nairobi from the locations. I drove the elephant pickup through Nairobi and had to laugh at the drivers in front of me who would casually flick a glance in the rear-view mirror - and then jump as if electrocuted as they saw the 'elephant'.
Our Vogue supermodel
This was our boss bad lady. Her name is France Zobda and she has incredible multi-coloured eyes! My role was gunner on top of the armoured car behind us.
France, catching some shade
A lovely Gerenuk - also seeking shade
A lion stunt
Here you can see a lion at work. She had been sitting on the bank on the right when her handler leaned over with a bit of steak on a frying pan on the end of a broomstick. As she jumps across to get it the cameraman with the steadicam films her jumping and the film is cut just as she is in line with the mercenary.
Burning fuel truck
Every day there was a sheet put up with the props and crew listed for the next day. We had a fuel bowser rented from the Kenyan Army and I had filled up from it that afternoon. I commented to the soldier manning it that there was a really strong smell of fuel. He showed me that the trigger on the nozzle was faulty and when he put it back in the holster under the belly of the tank it kept dripping. I jumped out and squelched over to it, took it out of the holster and hung it on a hook near the top of the tank. It stopped dripping. He thanked me and I drove off. Later on we heard this huge whoosh - it turned out that the director's chauffer had pulled up in his Range Rover to fill up and had dropped a cigarette out of the window. Luckily no-one was hurt - except my pride! I wished I had told the guy to move his truck after he filled me up! On the sheet for the next day was "Burning fuel truck".
Burning fuel truck II
This is the burning fuel truck in the movie. Our hero makes a fire arrow with his Swiss army knife and sets fire to the villains' fuel supply. However, they whistle up their chopper and it hovers over the lorry and blows it out. It was a very dramatic scene and Tim, the helicopter pilot, came in incredibly low and fast from over the ridge you can see. The director and the cameras were under the fever tree to the right. As Tim shot up in the air and hovered again he came on the radio and asked if it was OK. The director asked him to do it again slightly lower and Tim did - coming in so tight his rotors took off the tips of the fever tree and showered the crew with splinters and thorns. He shot up in the air again and hovered and asked laconically "OK?"
Sheena on her morning commute
No, you can't ride a zebra so some very talented people painted a couple of horses!
Just before I die
We also had a five ton white rhino. They built a corral and one of the cool dudes from Hollywood, an ex-rodeo star, hazed it into a trot towards my armoured car. When that shot was in the can they brought up a replica of the rhino's head mounted on a two-wheeled luggage trolley. The horn went under the car and (with the help of all spare crew), rocked it back and forth until it flipped over into a ravine and exploded. While all this was going on my gun was supposed to have jammed and I had to go through the motions of clearing it over and over only to find it keeps jamming. Ironically I actually know how to clear this gun and have been drilled on it so many times it becomes routine - and the last step on the drill is to shoot! It was very, very hard not to shoot!!
The end
This was the end for us! The elephant had pushed over a tree in front of us and another behind us so we were trapped. Sheena brings the Zambulis to finish us off. It was very intimidating from my point of view, These guys wear little red skirts - and they are going commando! When we had seen the spears and arrows in the props tent they had latex rubber heads. When the action started our guys on top of the Landrovers and trucks (and me behind my steel shield) were all standing up Rambo-style and firing away merrily. Out of the corner of my eye I could see them one by one somersaulting backwards off their vantage points. I thought "I don't remember anyone telling them to do that". When the director shouted "Cut" the bodies on the ground started rolling over clutching various parts of their anatomy and groaning and cursing. Then one of them picked up a spear and shouted "Hey, look at this" As the assistant director came over the spear was waved under his nose. The head was all fibreglass with a tiny latex tip. "What the heck is this? The ones we saw weren't like this!" It turned out that when the Zambulis chucked the original models they went so fast the blades doubled over and the spear would fly in a wobbly curve! So the special effects department had 'fixed' them. After more muttering we got set for a second take and this time - probably much more like real life - the guys were sheltering behind the sides of the trucks showing only the tips of their weapons. As I mentioned above, it shows just how hard Samburu warriors can throw things that they could knock big blokes off their feet from 40 feet away - we were actually very lucky that no-one got hit in the face or throat!
I was fortunate to visit Kora three times during the years that George Adamson and his brother Terrance lived there. I actually met Terrance first, out on one of the tracks leading to their camp, hatless and shirtless in the mid-day sun, supervising a gang of workers who were levelling the track surface. It was very noticeable that the tracks in the area improved the closer you got to their camp!
Terrance Adamson
Their camp was a very special place. There were a couple of communal huts with open sides facing out through the 12 foot chain-link fence that surrounded the camp.
George, feeding a friend
The sleeping huts were fully enclosed and made using a system the British army had perfected with walls made of hessian dipped in cement mix - termite proof and light which meant they didn't hold the sun's heat and make the nights too hot!
Probably the most talked about (by visitors) part of the camp was the ablutions area. Screened off by a six foot fence made of dried vegetation, it contained a shower and a toilet.
Shower & loo this way
Terrance came up with a simple and efficient toilet. They dug a foot-wide trench across the area and placed the seat - an elephant's jawbone - on a wooden frame. There was a can containing loo rolls, and a small shovel so you could back-fill over what you had done. Because the bone was white it didn't get too hot and because there was nothing damp and/or uncovered there were no flies and no smells - brilliant!!
The loo
As you can see, when you were on the loo you were screened from the rest of the camp - but not from the rest of Kora. It was not uncommon for a lion to walk past on the other side of the chain-link fence. Different visitors reported this having different effects on their 'motions' - some speeding up remarkably and other closing down completely!
On my last visit George was excited and said he had a surprise for me! At dusk, after we had eaten, we drove down to the river where he showed me a new camp that had been built. A group of people were just finishing their meal on a long table - under an equally long, horizontal, fever-tree branch from which they had hung lanterns. We were greeted at the gate by a big guy who George introduced to me as Dr Malcolm Coe. Dr Coe is a remarkable man, a leading eco-scientist from Oxford University. He explained that the camp was to be the base for a year-long project to make a catalogue of the flora and fauna of Kora. The project was sponsored by the Royal Geographical Society. Various academic experts would come out for a couple of weeks at a time and overlap so there was always some work going on. He invited us in to share a post-prandial glass and led me around the table introducing a Professor of Botany, a Professor of Biology . . etc. Since I had at that point spent more than two years 'in the bush' I was able to make some suggestions to each of these experts about things I had observed. Happily they listened and somehow appreciated my feedback. Then I was introduced to three guys from Landrover UK who told me that their company was also sponsoring the project - by supplying three proto-type V8 Landrovers.
Landrover testing
They asked if I could spare any time the next day to go out with them and give them feedback. I agreed very quickly!!
Then, after over an hour, we made it around the table and started to walk towards a very inviting camp fire with canvas seats all around.
So far they were all empty - except for one which was occupied by a guy who looked rather like George! Dr Coe said "Oh, can I introduce you to Sir Vivien Fuchs? He is the president of the RGS this year and has come to help launch the project!"
My jaw dropped! As a child I had been raised on Ladybird books of great explorers and Vivien Fuchs had been a particular hero for his polar expeditions! I started flapping my mouth like a beached fish - "er, . . . er, . . . shouldn't you be in the snow somewhere sir?" He laughed. "Actually I first came to Africa in 1936. I recruited 150 porters in Nairobi and we walked up and around Lake Turkana. First time it had been done. Took three months. Rested up. Recruited another 150 porters - for some reason none of the first lot would re-enlist! - and walked across to the west coast. First time that had been done!"
He paused, and I said "OK, OK, you can stay!"
As a footnote, 15 months after this meeting I got an invitation to the National Theatre in Nairobi to an event to sum up the project and thank all its sponsors. Ecological experts and reporters from all over the world attended - a full house! Dr Coe introduced various speakers and then blew them all away with his wonderful, witty and illuminating summary! At the end, as the crowd started to leave he came charging along the aisle (he is a big man! He has been described as "The thinking-lady's David Bellamy") and dropped into the now empty seat next to me. "David! What did you think of that?" I was speechless. I couldn't believe this great guy wanted my opinion!! Three months after that a signed copy of his book on the project dropped through my door! Happy days.
