I’m meeting up with a friend from University who I haven’t seen in over five years. Nick Carey was this bearded wonder who used to roam around my old halls of residence, getting drunk and misbehaving. He used to have a scruffy mess of curly hair as well. Once, he and Fenner ran naked in the rain at night across Goldney’s lower paddock while I stood, eyebrow raised with an umbrella and their clothes. He’s been in Prague on and off for years now, and I keep losing track of him. I’m fascinated to know what he’s like now. I’m also horrified by him saying something like, “Jesus Christ – what the fuck happened to you?!