Jesus H Christ, he’s got a massive camera. I mean, it’s like a camera, with another camera Velcroed onto it, and then another one on top of that. I couldn’t stop staring at it. He also has a shirt that’s patterened uncannily like my duvet cover, although you can’t really see on this pic.

Bruno is really great company. He was one of the few 43ers to come alone to the meet not knowing anyway, which makes him gut-wrenchingly brave, and boy, did he hold his own. His English is flawless, with an insane FrancoCockney accent, and he has developed punnability, which is very important. And wow, he’s fun! We had a riotous time, and Casey is right, he never stops smiling infectiously. He even dragged himself out to lunch the next day. Bruno, it really was un plaisir to meet you.